Celine held the smooth wooden brush firmly in her hand, carefully stroking the end of the brush
along the canvas, careful not to jerk her hand and put the light coloured paint where it was not wanted. A small twist of
her wrist moved the brush a certain way, to acheive a certain texture.
Papa's Little Queen looked curiously over her sister's shoulder, watching as she gently painted Baby
Jesus' face into the scene. Therese smiled, watching as Celine changed the colour on the end of the brush to paint in His
eyes.
"Il est très beau." Therese told her. "Vous avez le talent merveilleux, Celine."
"Aimez-vous m'aider ?" Celine asked her younger sister, and she nodded joyfully.
