english landscape painting

english landscape painting
impressionist landscape painting
modern landscape painting
flower landscape oil painting
quiet - curtains down at the lower windows; servants out of sight, and nothing human visible but a curly black head leaning on a thin hand at the upper window. ¡¡¡¡`There he is,' thought Jo, `poor boy! all alone and sick this dismal day. It's a shame! I'll toss up a snowball, and make him look out, and then say a kind word to him.' ¡¡¡¡Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened and the mouth began to smile. Jo nodded and laughed, and flourished her broom as she called out: ¡¡¡¡`How do
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you do? Are you sick?' ¡¡¡¡Laurie opened the window, and croaked out as hoarsely as a raven: ¡¡¡¡`Better, thank you. I've had a bad cold, and been shut up a week.' ¡¡¡¡`I'm sorry. What do you amuse yourself with?' ¡¡¡¡`Nothing; it's as dull as tombs up here.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't you read?' ¡¡¡¡`Not much; they won't let me.' ¡¡¡¡`Can't somebody read to you?' ¡¡¡¡`Grandpa does, sometimes; but my books don't interest him and I hate to ask Brooke all the time.' ¡¡¡¡`Have someone come and see you, then.' ¡¡¡¡`There isn't anyone I'd like to see. Boys make such a row, and my head is weak.'