Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Did not I tell you, Sir John, when you spoke to me about it before, that it could not be done? They dined with us last." 　　 "You and I, Sir John," said Mrs. Jennings, "should not stand upon such ceremony." 　　 "Then you would be very ill-bred," cried Mr. Palmer. 　　 "My love you contradict everybody," said his wife with her usual laugh. "Do you know that you are quite rude?" 　　 "I did not know I contradicted anybody in calling your mother ill- bred." 　　 "Ay, you may abuse me as you please," said the good-natured old lady; "you have taken Charlotte off my hands, and cannot give her back again. So there I have the whip hand of you." 　　 Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy, than Mrs. Palmer. The studied indifference, insolence, and discontent of her husband gave her no pain; and when he scolded or abused her, she was highly diverted.