‘It is just about troublesome.’
‘Yes; you can’t quite reach up. That’s because you are not very tall; is it not, Captain Loveday?’
‘You never used to say things like that.’
‘O, I don’t mean that you are much less than tall! Shall I hold the paint for you, to save your stepping down?’
‘Thank you, if you would.’
She took the paint-pot, and stood looking at the brush as it moved up and down in his hand.
‘I hope I shall not sprinkle your fingers,’ he observed as he dipped.
‘O, that would not matter! You do it very well.’
‘I am glad to hear that you think so.’
‘But perhaps not quite so much art is demanded to paint a summer-house as to paint a picture?’