One wet day they chose to paint in Evadne's room because they could not go out. She found pictures, and got everything ready for them good-naturedly, and then they sat themselves down at a little table opposite each other; but the weather affected their spirits, and made them both fractious. They wanted the same picture to begin with, and only settled the question by demolishing it in their attempts to snatch it from each other. Then there was only one left between them, but happily they remembered that artists sometimes work at the same picture, and it further occurred to them that it would be an original method--or "funny," as they phrased it--for one of them to work at it wrong side up. So Angelica daubed the sky blue on her side of the table, and Diavolo flung green on the fields from his. They had large genial mouths at that time, indefinite noses, threatening to turn up a little, and bright dark eyes, quick glancing, but with no particular expression in them--no symptom either of love or hate, nothing but living interest. It was pretty to see Diavolo's fair head touching Angelica's dark one across the little table; but when it came too close Angelica would dunt it sharply out of the way with her own, which was apparently the harder of the two, and Diavolo would put up his hand and rub the spot absently. He was too thoroughly accustomed to such sisterly attentions to be altogether conscious of them. The weather darkened down. "I wish I could see," he grumbled. "Get out of your own light," said Angelica. "How can I get out of my own light when there isn't any light to get out of?" Angelica put her paint brush in her mouth, and looked up at the window thoughtfully. "Let's make it into a song," she said. "Let's," said Diavolo, intent upon making blue and yellow into green. "No light have we, and that we do resent, And, learning, this the weather will relent, Repent! Relent! Ah-men," Angelica sang. Diavolo paused with his brush halfway to his mouth, and nodded intelligently. "Now!" said Angelica, and they repeated the parody together, Angelica making a perfect second to Diavolo's exquisite treble. Evadne looked up from her work surprised. Her own voice was contralto, but it would have taken her a week to learn to sing a second from the notes, and she had never dreamt of making one. "I didn't know you could sing," she said. "Oh, yes, we can sing," Angelica answered cheerfully. "We've a decided talent for music." "Angelica can make a song in a moment," said Diavolo. "Let me paint your nose green, Evadne." "You can paint mine if you like," said Angelica. "No, I shan't. I shall paint my own." "No, you paint mine, and I'll paint yours," Angelica suggested. "Well, both together, then," Diavolo answered. "Honest Injin," Angelica agreed, and they set to work.