"How did you find time to fix this room?" I asked, wondering, it was so like the other.
"It gave us a lot of trouble, for carpenters are hard to get here; but papa is pleased, for it is dearer to him than everything else."
"I know; and have you named this place the Dragon?" I asked, smoothing out her hair, which was ever inclined to fly apart as if impatient of restraint.
"Yes; for any other would seem odd."
"The sign, too, is it like the old one?"
"Worse, because better painted, papa says. He does better in water-colors though."
"Did he paint it?"
"Yes."
"Can he paint real pictures, too?" I asked, thinking how beautiful she was with the sun shining in her hair.
"Yes, but no one is to know it," she replied; "though why, I don't know."