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“Well, really Robert, I don’t know how I’d describe you.” She said feeling a little shy, which was an emotion usually lost on her.

“Aha, I think you won’t have much of a book if you lack the ability to describe the characters in your drawings.” He said offhandedly.

She sighed as she rolled her eyes and began. “What I write in my journal is private, but if you insist on knowing what I’m going to write about you, I’ll tell you. Let’s see. Major Robert Marsh is an arrogant, domineering, pompous scoundrel who attacked me on the first day of the voyage.” She tossed back as she laughed.

He laughed too. “Touche, Anna.”

“Major, maybe one day you will read my account of our encounter today, that is if women are ever allowed to publish books. Until then you’ll just have to wonder.” She suggested still chuckling.

“Well then I’ll have to push forward women’s rights so I can read my description. Now, how about letting me see the drawing, so I can be the judge of your talents drawing my portrait.” He begged as he reached for the sketchpad.

Anna swatted his hand away so she could put the finishing touches on his lips. When she was finished with the drawing, she passed the sketchpad over to him and waited for his remarks.

This was the worst time for her, when others judged her work. She felt inadequate when it came to her art, but usually others found it quite good. It was hard though for her to see her work in the same way they did, when she noticed all the imperfections in each drawing or painting.