Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
¡¡¡¡ "I used to be told so when I was serving in the tap-room." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah--that public-house experience accounts for your knowing about the adulteration of the ale when we went and had some that Sunday evening. I thought when I married you that you had always lived in your father's house." ¡¡¡¡ "You ought to have known better than that, and seen I was a little more finished than I could have been by staying where I was born. There was not much to do at home, and I was eating my head off, so I went away for three months." ¡¡¡¡ "You'll soon have plenty to do now, dear, won't you?" ¡¡¡¡ "How do you mean?" ¡¡¡¡ "Why, of course--little things to make." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh." ¡¡¡¡ "When will it be? Can't you tell me exactly, instead of in such general terms as you have used?" ¡
oil painting¡¡¡ "Tell you?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes--the date." ¡¡¡¡ "There's nothing to tell. I made a mistake." ¡¡¡¡ "What?" ¡¡¡¡ "It was a mistake." ¡¡¡¡ He sat bolt upright in bed and looked at her. "How can that be?" ¡¡¡¡ "Women fancy wrong things sometimes." ¡¡¡¡ "But--! Why, of course, so unprepared as I was, without a stick of furniture, and hardly a shilling, I shouldn't have hurried on our affair, and brought you to a half-furnished hut before I was ready, if it had not been for the news you gave me, which made it necessary to save you, ready or no.... Good God!"