"Lady, lady! Will you paint us?"
"No. I don't paint."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Writing. Go away."
"May we come with you to where you're staying?"
"No. Go away."
"Last year a lady took us to her studio and gave us pennies. And when she'd gone back to London she sent us each a doll."
Silence.
"Lady, if we come with you to your studio, will you give us pennies?"
"No. Why should I?"