colourer

Updated: April 30, 2025

I wish with all my heart somebody would paint me Lois and her cart! Mr. Kitts, the artist in the city then, used to see it going past his room out by the coal-pits every day, and thought about it seriously. But he had his grand battle-piece on hand then, and after that he went the way of all geniuses, and died down into colourer for a photographer.

Rebecca Harding Davis - Margret Howth, a Story of To-day