It rains the smartest."
"In water-colours?" feebly next
I faltered, falling quite to pieces:
"No, no," he murmured mildly vexed,
"You mean my nieces.
"Those delicate young paintresses
Of Idyls in Cobalt and Bistre,
Though for Impressionist success,
Give me my sister.
"My nephew, he's inspired of course,