Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
Beginning, then, on Penelope's plan, I beg to mention that I was specially called one Wednesday morning into my lady's own sitting-room, the date being the twenty-fourth of May, Eighteen hundred and forty- eight.
`Gabriel,' says my lady, `here is news that will surprise you. Franklin Blake has come back from abroad. He has been staying with his father in London, and he is coming to us to-morrow to stop till next month, and keep Rachel's birthday.'
If I had had a hat in my hand, nothing but respect would have prevented me from throwing that hat up to the ceiling. I had not seen Mr. Franklin since he was a boy, living along with us in this house. He was, out of all sight (as I remembered him), the nicest boy that ever spun a top or broke a window. Miss Rachel, who was present, and to whom I made that remark, observed, in return, that she remembered him as the most atrocious tyrant that ever tortured a doll, and the hardest driver of an exhausted little girl in string harness that England could produce. `I burn with indignation, and I ache with fatigue,' was the way Miss Rachel summed it up, `when I think of Franklin Blake.'
Hearing what I now tell you, you will naturally ask how it was that Mr. Franklin should have passed all the years, from the
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories painting
right, he thought, for committing the heresy of going to a strange store. When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool house, but the sugar he carried in to Marilla.
"Brown sugar!" exclaimed Marilla. "Whatever possessed you to get so much? You know I never use it except for the hired man's porridge or black fruit cake. Jerry's gone and I've made my cake long ago. It's not good sugar, either--it's coarse and dark--William Blair doesn't usually keep sugar like that."
"I--I thought it might come in handy sometime," said Matthew, making good his escape.
When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to cope with the situation. Marilla was out of the question. Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on his project at once. Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly, and that good lady promptly took the matter out of the harassed man's hands.
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories painting
right, he thought, for committing the heresy of going to a strange store. When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool house, but the sugar he carried in to Marilla.
"Brown sugar!" exclaimed Marilla. "Whatever possessed you to get so much? You know I never use it except for the hired man's porridge or black fruit cake. Jerry's gone and I've made my cake long ago. It's not good sugar, either--it's coarse and dark--William Blair doesn't usually keep sugar like that."
"I--I thought it might come in handy sometime," said Matthew, making good his escape.
When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to cope with the situation. Marilla was out of the question. Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on his project at once. Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly, and that good lady promptly took the matter out of the harassed man's hands.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Tamara de Lempicka Sketch of Madame Allan Bott painting
guan zeju guan-zeju-25 painting
Tamara de Lempicka Sketch of Madame Allan Bott painting
talk about them in school I feel so out of it. You didn't know just how I felt about it, but you see Matthew did. Matthew understands me, and it's so nice to be understood, Marilla."
Anne was too excited to do herself justice as to lessons that morning in school. Gilbert Blythe spelled her down in class and left her clear out of sight in mental arithmetic. Anne's consequent humiliation was less than it might have been, however, in view of the concert and the spare-room bed. She and Diana talked so constantly about it all day that with a stricter teacher than Mr. Phillips dire disgrace must inevitably have been their portion.
Anne felt that she could not have borne it if she had not been going to the concert, for nothing else was discussed that day in school. The Avonlea Debating Club, which met fortnightly all winter, had had several smaller free entertainments
Tamara de Lempicka Sketch of Madame Allan Bott painting
talk about them in school I feel so out of it. You didn't know just how I felt about it, but you see Matthew did. Matthew understands me, and it's so nice to be understood, Marilla."
Anne was too excited to do herself justice as to lessons that morning in school. Gilbert Blythe spelled her down in class and left her clear out of sight in mental arithmetic. Anne's consequent humiliation was less than it might have been, however, in view of the concert and the spare-room bed. She and Diana talked so constantly about it all day that with a stricter teacher than Mr. Phillips dire disgrace must inevitably have been their portion.
Anne felt that she could not have borne it if she had not been going to the concert, for nothing else was discussed that day in school. The Avonlea Debating Club, which met fortnightly all winter, had had several smaller free entertainments
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor's business by dint of
Arthur Hughes paintings
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor's business by dint of
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Thomas Kinkade lake_arrowhead painting
Thomas Kinkade lake_arrowhead painting
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor painting
about to throw him to the ground, but the hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near, and up to the window at once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran in after him, but the tailor ran round outside and shut the door behind it, and then the raging beast, which was much too heavy and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little tailor called the huntsmen thither that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. The hero, however went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it or not, obliged to keep his promise, and gave him his daughter and the half of his kingdom. Had he known that it was no warlike hero, but a little tailor who was standing before him it would have gone to his heart still more than it did. The wedding was held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a tailor a king was made.
After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his dreams at night, "Boy, make me the doublet, and patch the pantaloons, or else I will rap the yard-measure over your ears."
Then she discovered in what state of life the young lord had been born, and next morning complained
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor painting
about to throw him to the ground, but the hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near, and up to the window at once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran in after him, but the tailor ran round outside and shut the door behind it, and then the raging beast, which was much too heavy and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little tailor called the huntsmen thither that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. The hero, however went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it or not, obliged to keep his promise, and gave him his daughter and the half of his kingdom. Had he known that it was no warlike hero, but a little tailor who was standing before him it would have gone to his heart still more than it did. The wedding was held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a tailor a king was made.
After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his dreams at night, "Boy, make me the doublet, and patch the pantaloons, or else I will rap the yard-measure over your ears."
Then she discovered in what state of life the young lord had been born, and next morning complained
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
schöner Jüngling namens Joringel hatten sich zusammen versprochen. Sie waren in den Brauttagen, und sie hatten ihr größtes Vergnügen eins am andern. Damit sie nun einsmalen vertraut zusammen reden könnten, gingen sie in den Wald spazieren.
"Hüte dich", sagte Joringel, "daß du nicht so nahe ans Schloß kommst."
Es war ein schöner Abend, die Sonne schien zwischen den Stämmen der Bäume hell ins dunkle Grün des Waldes, und die Turteltaube sang kläglich auf den alten Maibuchen.
Jorinde weinte zuweilen, setzte sich hin im Sonnenschein und klagte: Joringel klagte auch. Sie waren so bestürzt, als wenn sie hätten sterben sollen; sie sahen sich um, waren irre und wußten nicht, wohin sie nach Hause gehen sollten. Noch halb stand die Sonne über dem Berg, und halb war sie unter. Joringel sah durchs Gebüsch und sah die alte Mauer des Schlosses nah bei sich; er erschrak und wurde todbang. Jorinde sang:
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
schöner Jüngling namens Joringel hatten sich zusammen versprochen. Sie waren in den Brauttagen, und sie hatten ihr größtes Vergnügen eins am andern. Damit sie nun einsmalen vertraut zusammen reden könnten, gingen sie in den Wald spazieren.
"Hüte dich", sagte Joringel, "daß du nicht so nahe ans Schloß kommst."
Es war ein schöner Abend, die Sonne schien zwischen den Stämmen der Bäume hell ins dunkle Grün des Waldes, und die Turteltaube sang kläglich auf den alten Maibuchen.
Jorinde weinte zuweilen, setzte sich hin im Sonnenschein und klagte: Joringel klagte auch. Sie waren so bestürzt, als wenn sie hätten sterben sollen; sie sahen sich um, waren irre und wußten nicht, wohin sie nach Hause gehen sollten. Noch halb stand die Sonne über dem Berg, und halb war sie unter. Joringel sah durchs Gebüsch und sah die alte Mauer des Schlosses nah bei sich; er erschrak und wurde todbang. Jorinde sang:
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