That's for myself.

Shall she giggle or grin?
No, she shall laugh right out of the canvas, and every man and woman that ever had a sorrow of their own shall--what is it the poem says ?-- 'Understand the speech and feel a stir Of fellowship in all disastrous fight.
"In all disastrous fight"?
That's better than painting the thing merely to pique Maisie.

I can do it now because I have it inside me.

Binkie, I'm going to hold you up by your tail.

You're an omen.