Monday, January 21, 2008

Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
¡¡¡¡`Not a bit; I'll talk all day if you'll only set me going. Beth says I never know when to stop.' ¡¡¡¡`Is Beth the rosy one, who stays at home a good deal, and sometimes goes out with a little basket?' asked Laurie, with interest. ¡¡¡¡`Yes, that's Beth; she's my girl, and a regular good one she is, too.' ¡¡¡¡`The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, I believe?' ¡¡¡¡`How did you find that out?' ¡¡¡¡Laurie coloured up, but answered frankly, `Why, you see,
oil painting
I often hear you calling to one another, and when I'm alone up here, I can't help looking over at your house, you always seem to be having such good times. I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are; and when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all round the table with your mother; her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know,' and Laurie poked the fire to hide a little twitching of the lips that he could not control.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sweet Nothings"