Francois Boucher paintings

Francois Boucher paintings
Frank Dicksee paintings
One blithe June morning, a fortnight after Uncle Abe's storm, Anne came slowly through the Green Gables yard from the garden, carrying in her hands two blighted stalks of white narcissus.
"Look, Marilla," she said sorroly, holding up the flowers before the eyes of a grim lady, with her hair coifed in a green gingham apron, who was going into the house with a plucked chicken, "these are the only buds the storm spared. . .and even they are imperfect. I'm so sorry. . .I wanted some for Matthew's grave. He was always so fond of June lilies."
"I kind of miss them myself," admitted Marilla, "though it doesn't seem right to lament over them when so many worse things have happened. . .all the crops destroyed as well as the fruit