PRISCILLA PAINTS.
"There was a lot of men in the boat," said Priscilla from behind the table, where she sat daubing with little energetic grunts.
"Oh, there were, were there?" I answered from behind The Times.
Confident of arousing my enthusiasm in the end, she continued to issue tantalising bulletins about the progress of the great work.
"It was an all-colour boat," she told me, "purple and yellow and green."
"A very nice kind of boat too," I agreed.
"And the biggest man of all hadn't got any body at all."
I suggested weakly that perhaps the biggest man of all had left his body behind on the table at home. The suggestion was scorned.
"No, he hadn't never had any body at all, this man," she replied. And then, as my interest seemed to be flagging again, "They all had very rosy faces; and do you know why they had?"
"I don't, I'm sure."