Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
Jack Vettriano Painting
The Singing Butler
Yes; isn't that romantic?' ¡¡¡¡`No, it's horrid.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't you like it?' ¡¡¡¡`Of course I don't. It's ridiculous; it won't be allowed. My patience! what would Meg say?' ¡¡¡¡`You are not to tell anyone; mind that.' ¡¡¡¡`I didn't promise.' ¡¡¡¡`That was understood, and I trusted you.' ¡¡¡¡`Well, I won't for the present, anyway; but I'm disgusted, and wish you hadn't told me.' ¡¡¡¡`I thought you'd be pleased.' ¡¡¡¡`At the idea of anybody coming to take Meg away? No, thank you.' ¡¡¡¡`You'll feel better about it when somebody comes to take you away.' ¡¡¡¡`I'd like to see anyone try it,' cried Jo, fiercely. ¡¡¡¡`So
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should I!' and Laurie chuckled at the idea. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡`I don't think secrets agree with me; I feel rumpled up in my mind since you told me that,' said Jo, rather ungratefully. ¡¡¡¡`Race down this hill with me, and you'll be all right,' suggested Laurie. ¡¡¡¡No one was in sight; the smooth road sloped invitingly before her; and finding the temptation irresistible, Jo darted away, soon leaving hat and comb behind her, and scattering hairpins as she ran. Laurie reached the goal first, and was quite satisfied with the success of his treatment; for his Atalanta came panting up, with flying hair, bright eyes, ruddy cheeks, and no signs of dissatisfaction in her face.