famous abstract painting

'Take off your cap, child,' said Miss Betsey, 'and let me see you.' ¡¡¡¡MY mother was too much afraid of her to refuse compliance with this odd request, if she had any disposition to do so. Therefore she did as she was told, and did it with such nervous hands that her hair (which was luxuriant and beautiful) fell all about her face. ¡¡¡¡'Why, bless my heart!' exclaimed Miss Betsey. 'You are a very Baby!' ¡¡¡¡My mother was, no doubt, unusually youthful in appearance even for her years; she hung her head, as if it were her fault, poor thing,
and said, sobbing, that indeed she was afraid she was but a childish widow, and would be but a childish mother if she lived. In a short pause which ensued, she had a fancy that she felt Miss Betsey touch her hair, and that with no ungentle hand; but, looking at her, in her timid hope, she found that lady sitting with the skirt of her dress tucked up, her hands folded on one knee, and her feet upon the fender, frowning at the fire. ¡¡¡¡'In the name of Heaven,' said Miss Betsey, suddenly, 'why Rookery?'