"I can't compete.

You are much too clever." He laughed at that and began again.
She seated herself on a rock and watched him, deeply interested.
"How quick you are!" she murmured presently.

"Whatever is it, I wonder?
A horse with a man on it! Ah, yes! St.George killing the dragon! Excellent!" She clapped her hands.

"It is a real picture.

What a pity for it to be washed away!" "The destiny of all things, mademoiselle," he remarked, still elaborating his work.
"Not all things!" she exclaimed.