“An’ what are ye goin’ to do with these drawin’s, Janny? Are ye goin’ to hang them on the wall?”
“No, I’m not goin’ to do that.”
“Well, it’s just as well, dearie, for Betto Griffiths, an’ Mrs. Gomer Roberts the tinman, an’ Mrs. Parry Winn the baker, would be hauntin’ Ty Mawr. But what are ye goin’ to do with them, dearie?”
“Ariel, I couldn’t say now.” Janny stirred uneasily. “I might be hangin’ them in our bedroom, an’—an’—an’ I might be puttin’—puttin’ them in the—Bible to press. They’d be useful.”
“Aye, that’s so. An’ how large shall I draw them?”
Janny thought a minute.
“The cat, dear, I’d like about a foot long, that is from his tail to his whiskers—No, I’m thinkin’ that’s too narrow for the cat; from the tail to the whiskers I’d like him one foot an’ a half, Ariel.”
Janny’s glance took a flight over Ariel’s shoulder.
“An’ the star?”
Janny thought again.