mona lisa painting

mona lisa painting
her nurse. I then proposed to occupy myself till dinner-time in
drawing some little sketches for her use.
As I was going upstairs to fetch my portfolio and pencils, Mrs.
Fairfax called to me: 'Your morning school-hours are over now, I
suppose,' said she. She was in a room the folding doors of which stood
open: I went in when she addressed me. It was a large, stately
apartment, with purple chairs and curtains, a Turkey carpet,
walnut-panelled walls, one vast window rich in stained glass, and a
lofty ceiling, nobly moulded. Mrs. Fairfax was dusting some vases of
mona lisa painting
fine purple spar, which stood on a sideboard.
'What a beautiful room!' I exclaimed, as I looked round; for I
had never before seen any half so imposing.
'Yes; this is the dining-room. I have just opened the window, to
let in a little air and sunshine; for everything gets so damp in
apartments that are seldom inhabited; the drawing-room yonder feels
like a vault.'
She pointed to a wide arch corresponding to mona lisa painting