"I want to see what you are doing.

I may look ?" "But certainly, mademoiselle." She came eagerly forward and looked.
"Oh," she said, "is that the dragon?
What an awesome creature! Is he really like that?
How splendidly you have done his scales! And what frightful claws! Why"-- she turned upon him--"you are an artist!" He shrugged his shoulders, with his ready smile.

"I am whatever mademoiselle desires." "How nice!" said Chris.

"Well, go on being an artist, please.

Draw something else!" "I think it is your turn now, mademoiselle," he said.
"Oh, but I'm no good at it," she protested.