art deco painting

art deco painting
art painting on canvas
chinese art painting
¡¡¡¡How still the room was as they listened breathlessly, how strangely the day darkened outside, and how suddenly the whole world seemed to change, as the girls gathered about their mother, feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them. Mrs. March was herself again directly; read the message over, and stretched out her arms to her daughters, saying, in a tone they never forgot, `I shall go at once, but it may be too late. Oh, children, children, help me to bear it!' For several minutes there was nothing but the sound of sobbing in the room, mingled with broken words of comfort, tender assurances of help, and hopeful whispers that died away in tears. Poor Hannah was the first to recover, and with unconscious wisdom she set all the rest a good example; for, with her, work was the panacea for most afflictions. ¡¡¡¡`The Lord keep the dear man! I won't waste no time a cryin', but git your things ready right away, mum,' she said, heartily, as she wiped her face on her apron, gave her mistress a warm shake of the hand with her own hard one, and went away, to work like three women in one. ¡¡¡¡`She's right; there's no time for tears now. Be calm, girls, and let me think.' ¡¡¡¡They tried to be calm, poor things, as their mother sat up, looking pale, but steady, and put away her grief to think and plan for them. ¡¡¡¡`Where's Laurie?' she asked presently, when she had collected her thoughts, and decided on the first duties to be done. ¡¡¡¡`Here, ma'am. Oh, let me do something!' cried the boy, hurrying from the next room, whither he had withdrawn, feeling that their first sorrow was too sacred for even his friendly eyes to see. ¡¡¡¡`Send a telegram saying I will come at once. The next train goes early in the morning. I'll take that.' ¡¡¡¡`What else? The horses are ready; I can go anywhere, do anything,' he said, looking ready to fly to the ends of the earth. ¡¡¡¡`Leave a note at Aunt March's. Jo, give me that pen and paper.' ¡¡¡¡Tearing off the blank side of one of her newly-copied pages, Jo drew the table before her mother, well knowing that money for the long, sad journey must be borrowed, and feeling as if she could do anything to add a little to the sum for her father.