“No.”
“Can I see and try to guess?”
“All right,” agreed Rose, apparently not troubled by the suggestion that her painting might be difficult to identify.
So Ruth came and leaned over the artist’s shoulder, and looked at the drawing on the big sheet of paper.
In the background was a large dark green tree that arched splendidly over the top of the picture. On the ground underneath were some flat-topped mushrooms, and seated on one of these was a little creature with a golden crown and flowing hair, dressed in a sort of rainbow coloured fuzzy looking garment, and carrying in one tiny hand a slender flower stalk topped by a white blossom.
Ruth gasped with admiration.
“It’s the best picture you’ve ever made, Rose!”
Rose looked at it complacently.
“Isn’t it nice? I meant the dress to look like mist, but I couldn’t, so I changed it to a rainbow. Well, what is it?”
“A fairy.”