Henri Rousseau The Waterfall

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I should think,' said Granny, her expression suddenly curiously wooden. 'What's Gytha doing?'
'She's giving the baby a wash in the sink,' said Magrat vaguely. 'How can we hide something like this? What'd happen if we on them, naturally.'
'Seen a fair few. They've got a lot more jewels on them, and cloth bits in the middle,' said Magrat defiantly. 'This is just a thin little thing—'
'Magrat Garlick!'
'I have. When I was being trained up by Goodie Whemper—'buried it really deeply somewhere?''A badger'd dig it up,' said Granny wearily. 'Or someone'd go prospecting for gold or something. Or a tree'd tangle its roots around it and then be blown over in a storm, and then someone'd pick it up and put it on—''Unless they were as strong-minded as us,' Magrat pointed out.'Unless that, of course,' said Granny, staring at her finger-nails. Though the thing with crowns is, it isn't the putting them on that's the problem, it's the taking them off.'Magrat picked it up and turned it over in her hands.'It's not as though it even looks much like a crown,' she said.'You've seen a lot, I expect,' said Granny. 'You'd be an expert