Summer in February Page #4

Thank you.

- Better?

- Yes.

Will you stay for a bit?

Only if you go on fishing.

All right.

That is if you...

if you don't mind me watching.

There's nothing I'd like more.

- What a wonderful walk.

- Let's do it again.

- I'd love to.

- Tomorrow morning, then.

- Erm, I'm meeting AJ for a lesson.

- Ah, lucky man.

You're very loyal to him, aren't you?

I like him.

Whatever he does?

His bark's worse than his bite.

Come on, Doll!

- It's not too bad.

- Joey!

I'm going now!

Then get it on you!

Come on! Here!

I need a place of my own.

You're not going away?

No. No, a... a studio.

However small, somewhere

I can work and be alone.

- I'll keep my eye open.

- Would you?

- Of course.

- Come on in, it's lovely!

- Come on, Gilbert.

- Oh, that boy.

Wait here.

on!

Joey! Dolly!

Joey, come in at once!

The tide will drag you out to sea!

Come in, both of you! Dolly!

- Woo!

- Come on, Dolls. Let's go.

Caught red-handed.

Nice out here,

isn't it, Captain?

Dolly, the tide is

especially dangerous here.

You a prefect at school,

were you?

Of course I was.

Oh, hurry up, Dolls.

It's freezing.

- Come on, get your clothes on.

- All right, then.

F***!

AJ!

Ad!

Where were you? I thought

I was sitting for you this morning.

I can't paint, Florence.

Everybody has off days.

Don't talk to me about off days.

I paint. That's what I do.

Nothing else matters.

I see it and I paint it.

I thought you understood that.

- Where are you going?

- As far away as I can.

- Here we are, ma'am.

- Anything interesting?

- It's from Father.

- Father? What does it say?

He's coming down.

What on earth is he coming down for?

To spoil the fun.

That's what he does.

He'll miss the main show.

There's no AJ.

Can you imagine how

the two of them would get along?

I've got it.

We get Gilbert over.

- That's perfect.

- Gilbert won't let the side down.

- We'll ask him now.

- I promised I'd sit for Harold.

All right, in demand, are we?

Joey, whatever happens when Father

comes, you mustn't lose your nerve.

- Right.

- We're not going home.

Come on, kids. Clear off.

And leave his painting.

Don't touch those paints.

Don't touch the paint!

Beautiful.

Get! Hey, give me that.

Bugger off, you little rats.

Well, how are you both getting on?

We're having great fun, Father.

I meant the art classes.

Well, they're going very well.

They're costing me a fortune.

Anything to show for it?

- More cake, Father?

- Er...

Just a slither,

if I may, Florence, thank you.

More cake, Captain Evans?

If I may.

So, Captain Evans, you're

with the Monmouthshire Militia?

Yes,

Colonel Paynter's regiment, sir.

But he also keeps an eye

on all the wayward artists.

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