Mary Cassatt paintings

Mary Cassatt paintings
Maxfield Parrish paintings
with blossom fragrance -- almost too heavy. The cloyed senses recoiled from it as from an overfull cup. The birches of the path had grown from the fairy saplings of old to big trees. Everything had changed. Anne felt that she would be glad when the summer was over and she was away at work again. Perhaps life would not seem so empty then.
"`I've tried the world -- it wears no more
The coloring of romance it wore,'"sighed Anne -- and was straightway much comforted by the romance in the idea of the world being denuded of romance! and the Rev. Jo was so radiant in his happiness that nobody thought him plain.
"We're going for a lovers' saunter through the land of Evangeline," said Phil, "and then we'll settle down on Patterson Street. Mother thinks it is terrible -- she thinks Jo might at least take a church in a decent place. But the wilderness of the Patterson slums will blossom like the rose for me if Jo is there. Oh, Anne, I'm so happy my heart aches with it."
Anne was always glad in the happiness