Evening Mood painting

Evening Mood painting
flaming june painting
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
girl with a pearl earring vermeer
¡¡¡¡The birds that the two girls had brought in were duly returned to the yard, and the process was repeated till all the pet cocks and hens had been submitted to the old woman - Hamburghs, Bantams, Cochins, Brahmas, Dorkings, and such other sorts as were in fashion just then - her perception of each visitor being seldom at fault as she received the bird upon her knees. ¡¡¡¡It reminded Tess of a Confirmation, in which Mrs d'Urberville was the bishop, the fowls the young people presented, and herself and the maidservant the parson and curate of the parish bringing them up. At the end of the ceremony Mrs d'Urberville abruptly asked Tess, wrinkling and twitching her face into undulations, `Can you whistle?' ¡¡¡¡`Whistle, Ma'am?' ¡¡¡¡`Yes, whistle tunes.' ¡¡¡¡Tess could whistle like most other country girls, though the accomplishment was one which she did not care to profess in genteel company. However, she blandly admitted that such was the fact. ¡¡¡¡`Then you will have to practise it every day. I had a lad who did it very well, but he has left. I want you to whistle to my bullfinches; as I cannot see them I like to hear them, and we teach `em airs that way. Tell her where the cages are, Elizabeth. You must begin tomorrow, or they will go back in their piping. They have been neglected these several days.' ¡¡¡¡`Mr d'Urberville whistled to 'em this morning, ma'am,' said Elizabeth. ¡¡¡¡`He! Pooh!' ¡¡¡¡The old lady's face creased into furrows of repugnance, and she made no further reply.