The Nut Gatherers

The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting 'What shall you do with him?' said Mr. Dick, feebly, scratching his head. 'Oh! do with him?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' said my aunt, with a grave look, and her forefinger held up. 'Come! I want some very sound advice.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, if I was you,' said Mr. Dick, considering, and looking vacantly at me, 'I should -' The contemplation of me seemed to inspire him with a sudden idea, and he added, briskly, 'I should wash him!' ¡¡¡¡'Janet,' said my aunt,
oil paintingturning round with a quiet triumph, which I did not then understand, 'Mr. Dick sets us all right. Heat the bath!' ¡¡¡¡Although I was deeply interested in this dialogue, I could not help observing my aunt, Mr. Dick, and Janet, while it was in progress, and completing a survey I had already been engaged in making of the room. ¡¡¡¡MY aunt was a tall, hard-featured lady, but by no means ill-looking. There was an inflexibility in her face, in her voice, in her gait and carriage, amply sufficient to account for the effect she had made upon a gentle creature like my mother; but her features were rather handsome than otherwise, though unbending and austere. I