"But you can draw people's faces, can't you? I'm sure lots of women here in Etten would like to have their portraits painted. There's a living in that." "Yes, I suppose so. But I'll have to wait until my drawing is right." His mother was breaking eggs into a pan of sour cheese she had strained the day before. She paused with half the shell of an egg in each hand and turned from the stove. "You mean you have to make your drawing right so the portraits will be good enough to sell?" "No," replied Vincent, sketching rapidly with his pencil, "I have to make my drawing right so that my drawing will be right." Anna Cornelia stirred the yolks into the white cheese thoughtfully and then said, "I'm afraid I don't understand that, son." "Neither do I," said Vincent, "but anyway it's so."