The Virgin and Child with St Anne

We went home early in the evening. It was a very fine evening, and my mother and he had another stroll by the sweetbriar, while I was sent in to get my tea. When he was gone, my mother asked me all about the day I had had, and what they had said and done. I mentioned what they had said about her, and she laughed, and told me they were impudent fellows who talked nonsense - but I knew it pleased her. I knew it quite as well as I know it now. I took the opportunity of asking if she was at all acquainted with Mr. Brooks of Sheffield, but she answered No, only she supposed he must be a manufacturer in the knife and fork way. ¡¡¡¡Can I say of her face - altered as I have reason to remember it, perished as I know it is - that it is gone,
e to look on in a crowded street? Can I say of her innocent and girlish beauty, that it faded, and was no more, when its breath falls on