An artist!  Mable was in the presence if an artist!  She clapped and erupted into giggles.  How lucky was she to have met Edward!

"You'll have to draw me something someday, then!  And we have to draw together in the sand.  It would be so much fun, I think.  I'm not very good at it, but at least I won't be wasting any paper.  I - well, this is sort of a secret, so don't tell anyone I told you, but I used to draw in proper books when I was younger, but I'd really get in trouble for it.  Only when I was caught though!"

Mable was probably intending to whisper her secret, but excitement kept her voice closer to a normal speaking level.  She laughed again at the memory, tugging on a braid.

"My dad didn't read, and my brother never learned, so unless they saw me doing it I was fine!  But I was so young, I'd forget to put them back most of the time... well, I know better now than to get caught!"