Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
Hunters!" repeated Edward- "but why must you have hunters? Every body does not hunt." 　　 Marianne coloured as she replied, "But most people do." 　　 "I wish," said Margaret, striking out a novel thought, "that somebody would give us all a large fortune apiece!" 　　 "Oh that they would!" cried Marianne, her eyes sparkling with animation, and her cheeks glowing with the delight of such imaginary happiness. 　　 "We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose," said Elinor, "in spite of the insufficiency of wealth." 　　 "Oh dear!" cried Margaret, "how happy I should be! I wonder what I should do with it!" 　
oil painting　 Marianne looked as if she had no doubt on that point. 　　 "I should be puzzled to spend so large a fortune myself," said Mrs. Dashwood, "if my children were all to be rich my help." 　　 "You must begin your improvements on this house," observed Elinor, "and your difficulties will soon vanish." 　　 "What magnificent orders would travel from this family to London," said Edward, "In such an event! What a happy day for booksellers, music-sellers, and print-shops! You, Miss Dashwood, would give a general commission for every new print of merit to be sent you- and as for Marianne, I know her greatness of soul, there would not be music enough in London to content her. And books!- Thomson, Cowper, Scott- she would buy them all over and over again: she would buy up every copy,