Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
But long before twelve a loud ring suddenly clanged through the quiet l1ouse. She knew it for the front door bell.
Mrs. Bunting frowned. No doubt the ring betokened one of those tiresome people who come round for old, bottles and such-like fal-lals.
Jack Vettriano Painting
She went slowly, reluctantly to the door. And then her face cleared, for it was that good young chap, Joe Chandler, who stood waiting outside.
He was breathing a little hard, as if he had walked over-quickly through the moist, foggy air.
"Why, Joe?" said Mrs. Bunting wonderingly. "Come in - do! Bunting's out, but he won't be very long now. You've been quite a stranger these last few days."
Jack Vettriano Painting