Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach

Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The BeachMary Cassatt Young Mother SewingEdward Hopper People In The Sun
Granny chewed a crustless sandwich. "Oh, he's a nature god," she said. "Sometimes he manifests himself as an oak tree, or half a man and half a goat, but mainly I see him in his aspect as a bloody nuisance. You only find him in the deep woods, of course. He plays the flute. Very badly, if you must know."
Esk lay on her stomach and looked out across the lands below while a few hardy, self-employed bumblebees patrolled the thyme clusters. The sun was warm on her back but, up here, there were still drifts of snow on the hubside of rocks.
"Tell me troubles around here without going to look for them in forn parts."
"I dreamed of a city once," said Esk. "It had hundreds of people in it, and there was this building with big gates, and they were magical gates -"
A sound like tearing cloth came from behind her. Granny had fallen asleep.about the lands down there," she said lazily. Granny peered disapprovingly at ten thousand miles of landscape. "They're just other places," she said. "Just like here, only different." "Are there cities and things?" "Idaresay." "Haven't you ever been to look?" Granny sat back, gingerly arranging her skirt to expose several inches of respectable flannelette to the sun, and let the heat caress her old bones. "No," she said. "There's quite enough
"Granny! "