"He's out of sight, oh quite! oh quite!
And up in cloudland such a height!
He's in a state of much delight,
But you must get him home ere night."
"But I can't get to cloudland."
"Of course not, you're much too heavy."
Paulina began to cry.
"If you make such a dreadful noise I shall fly away. Otherwise I shall stay, and tell you what to do in order to get Peter back."
"I will do anything in the world," said Paulina; "whatever you tell me to do I will at once do."
"There is but one thing to do—you must become an artist."
"That is impossible," sobbed Paulina. "What shall I do? What shall I do?"
"Take off that prim little cap. Tie up your hair with black ribbon, and put on a blouse. Then you will be an artist."
"But I've never learned to draw."