“We were having a private art exhibit.”
“But why can’t I see it?”
“You might not appreciate it as much as we.”
The elephant-child’s curiosity was on a rampage now. Mimi, and the other girls too, knew that there would be no peace until Mimi saw.
Hesitantly Chloe slipped the paper from its hiding place and handed it to Mimi.
A tense pause, then Mimi laughed. She doubled up and rolled over on the bed.
“You’ve got me exactly, Chloe. I didn’t know you were that good.”
On the paper was a charcoal sketch of Mimi awkwardly sprawled out on the icy lake at Wildwood. Chloe had caught the humor amazingly well.
“Why did you hide it? That’s the first time I ever posed for an artist and I’m pleased.”
“We didn’t intend for you to see it.”