modern landscape painting

indulgent towards them, but to wonderprivately why they wanted to do what they did.
　　"This modern stuff, I suppose," she said, her eyes wandering. "There's Cicely Longhurst – dyed hair again, I see."
　　"I'm afraid dear Joanis rather modern."
　　Here Miss Marple was quite wrong. Joan West had beenmodern about twenty years ago, but was now regarded by the young arriviste artists ascompletely old-fashioned.
　　Casting a brief glance at cicely Longhurst's hair, Miss Marple relapsed into a pleasant remembrance of how kind Joan hadbeen. Joan had actually said to her husband, "I wish we coulddo something for poor old Aunt Jane. She never gets away from home. Do you think she'd like to go to Bournemouth for