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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 38 frantically, like I was the most curious thing to walk into his studio in many a day. I was mortified to think how the sketch ^asstuming out-a gawking girl with bird legs and wild hair. Miss Larkin returned with a plastic pitcher and paper cups. I think she noticed my frown. "Is Mr. Morris being obtuse, Hannah?" I shuffled my feet. I wasn't sure what she meant. Miss Larkin stepped behind Mr. Morris and examined his sketch. She drew in her breath. "I told you she was extraordinary." My knees were just shy of giving way so I sat back down at the table. My brain > was all a fluster. N Miss Larkin poured lemonade. "Has Mr. Morris told you anything helpful, Hannah?" I looked at my blank notebook. "Er . . ." Miss Larkin turned to the artist. "Shame on you, Ken!" Her voice was teasing. "Tell Hannah about the Louvre and stop being difficult. I told you she needs help with a paper she's writing." Mr. Morris flipped to a new page in his notebook and continued to sketch. He began to talk in a warm, even voice. "The Louvre is immense, Hannah. You could wander around for days and still not see everything. I tried it once to see if I could finish. I finally gave up." I scribbled notes. Mr. Morris kept drawing. "The Louvre was once a palace, so the rooms are large and the ceiling stretches to the heavens. It's a wonderful venue for giant paintings." Mr. Morris paused. "Some |