childe hassam paintings

childe hassam paintings
Cheri Blum paintings
Hush -- she's dead," said Janet solemnly. "If she wasn't -- but she IS. So we mustn't speak evil of her. But I'm happy at last, Anne. And I wouldn't have minded waiting so long a bit if I'd only known why."
"When are you to be married?"
"Next month. Of course it will be very quiet. I suppose people will talk terrible. They'll say I made enough haste to snap John up as soon as his poor mother was out of the way. John wanted to let them know the truth but I said, `No, John; after all she was your mother, and we'll keep the secret between us, and not cast any shadow on her memory. I don't mind what people say, now that I know the truth myself. It don't matter a mite. Let it all be buried with the dead' says I to him. So I coaxed him round to agree with me."
"You're much more forgiving than I could ever be," Anne said, rather crossly.
"You'll feel differently about a good many things when you get to be my