abstract horse painting

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So Meg went away to `accept with thanks', look over her dress, and sing blithely as she did up her one real lace frill; while Jo finished her story, her four apples, and had a game of romps with Scrabble. ¡¡¡¡On New Year's Eve the parlour was deserted, for the two younger girls played dressing-maids, and the two older were absorbed in the all-important business of `getting ready for the party'. Simple as the toilets were, there was a great deal of running up and down, laughing and talking, and at one time a strong smell of burnt hair pervaded the house. Meg wanted a few curls about her face,
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and Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks with a pair of hot tongs. ¡¡¡¡`Ought they to smoke like that?' asked Beth, from her perch on the bed. ¡¡¡¡`It's the dampness drying,' replied Jo. ¡¡¡¡`What a queer smell! it's like burnt feathers,' observed Amy, smoothing her own pretty curls with a superior air. ¡¡¡¡`There, now I'll take off the papers and you'll see a cloud of little ringlets,' said Jo, putting down the tongs. ¡¡¡¡She did take off the papers, but no cloud of ringlets appeared, for the hair came with the papers, and the horrified hairdresser laid a row of little scorched bundles on the bureau before her victim.