"Wot sort o' things do you paint?"
"Oh, landscapes mostly. That's mine"—and she pointed to a little water-colour sketch of a barn.
"Could you paint a picture of Odiam?"
"I expect I could—not really well, you know, just something like this."
"Could you paint Boarzell?"
He leaned towards her over the back of his chair.
"Yes, I dare say."
"Could you do it wud all the colours on it and all that?—all the pinks you git on it sometimes, and the lovely yaller the gorse mäakes?"
She was surprised at his enthusiasm. His eyes were kindling, and a blush was creeping under his sunburn.
"Oh, I could try! Do you want a picture of Boarzell?"