And if I forget him, I may become like the grownups who are no longer interested in anything but figures . . .
It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils.
It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six.
I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible.
But I am not at all sure of success.
One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject.
I make some errors, too, in the little prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short.
And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume.
So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fairto-middling.
In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also.