Mitsha moved closer to him.

With innocent pride she saw his beaming looks, and heard the admiring exclamations with which he pointed at the various figures painted on the white surface.

Then she began to explain to him.
"Lightning," said she, indicating with her finger a sinuous black line that issued from one side of the arches resting on a heavy black dash.
"Cloud," he added, referring to the arches.
"Rain," concluded the maiden, pointing at several black streaks which descended from the figure of the clouds.

Both broke out in a hearty laugh.

His merriment arose from sincere admiration, hers from equally sincere joy at his approbation of her work.