monet painting

monet painting
canvas painting
animal painting
painting in oil
The door opened, and I looked, half laughing and half crying in my pleasant agitation, for my mother. It was not she, but a strange servant. ¡¡¡¡'Why, Peggotty!' I said, ruefully, 'isn't she come home?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, yes, Master Davy,' said Peggotty. 'She's come home. Wait a bit, Master Davy, and I'll - I'll tell you something.' ¡¡¡¡Between her agitation, and her natural awkwardness in getting out of the cart, Peggotty was making a most extraordinary festoon of herself, but I felt too blank and strange to tell her so. When she had got down, she took me by the hand; led me, wondering, into the kitchen; and shut the door. ¡¡¡¡'Peggotty!
oil painting
' said I, quite frightened. 'What's the matter?' ¡¡¡¡'Nothing's the matter, bless you, Master Davy dear!' she answered, assuming an air of sprightliness. ¡¡¡¡'Something's the matter, I'm sure. Where's mama?' ¡¡¡¡'Where's mama, Master Davy?' repeated Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Yes. Why hasn't she come out to the gate, and what have we come in here for? Oh, Peggotty!' My eyes were full, and I felt as if I were going to tumble down. ¡¡¡¡'Bless the precious boy!' cried Peggotty, taking hold of me. 'What is it? Speak, my pet!' ¡¡¡¡'Not dead, too! Oh, she's not dead, Peggotty?'