"Oh, yes, we can sing," Angelica answered cheerfully. "We've a decided talent for music."
"Angelica can make a song in a moment," said Diavolo. "Let me paint your nose green, Evadne."
"You can paint mine if you like," said Angelica.
"No, I shan't. I shall paint my own."
"No, you paint mine, and I'll paint yours," Angelica suggested.
"Well, both together, then," Diavolo answered.
"Honest Injin," Angelica agreed, and they set to work.
Evadne sat with her embroidery in her lap and watched them. Their faces would have to be washed in any case, and they might as well be washed for an acre as for an inch of paint. She never nagged with, "Don't do this," and "Don't do that" about everything, if their offences could be summed up, and wiped out in some such way all at once.
"We'll sing you an anthem some day," Angelica presently promised.
"Why not now?" said Evadne.