Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring Painting

grabbed for the case. But the creature held on to his prize—a miniature power lampthat he gripped tightly in his blue-skinned hand. The little light came alive in thecreature's hand, throwing its radiance up into his delighted face, and he immediatelybegan to examine his treasure. "Give me that!" Luke cried. The creature retreated from the approaching youth like a petulant child. "Mine!Mine! Or I'll help you not." Still clutching the lamp to his breast, the creature stepped backward,inadvertently bumping into Artoo-Detoo. Not remembering that the robot was at allanimate, the being stood next to it as Luke approached. "I don't want your help," Luke said indignantly. "I want my lamp back. I'llneed it in this slimy mudhole." Luke instantly realized he had issued an insult. "Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is!" As they argued, Artoo slowly reached out a mechanical arm. Suddenly his