Susan. Yes; what do you want?
Roam. (setting down paint pots and brushes). I’m the painter.
Susan (looking at Percy). The painter?
Roam. Yes, my boss sent me over here to paint a boat for Mr. Rodney.
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Percy (smiling at the two). I think this man might fill the bill. Shall I ask him?
Hel. (eagerly). Yes, ask him, Percy. I am sure he would be just the one. He is a painter, too. Think of it! (Laughs.)
Roam. Well, maybe I am an artist, then. Does that sound any better?
Hel. Much better, sir. You’ll surely do.
Roam. Oh! I’ll paint the boat, all right. Where is she?