western art painting

Mrs. Crupp was taken with a troublesome cough, in the midst of which she articulated with much difficulty. 'He was took ill here, ma'am, and - ugh! ugh! ugh! dear me! - and he died!' ¡¡¡¡'Hey! What did he die of?' asked my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Well, ma'am, he died of drink,' said Mrs. Crupp, in confidence. 'And smoke.' ¡¡¡¡'Smoke? You don't mean chimneys?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'No, ma'am,' returned Mrs. Crupp. 'Cigars and pipes.' ¡¡¡¡'That's not catching, Trot, at any rate,' remarked my aunt, turning to me. ¡¡¡¡'No, indeed,' said I. ¡¡¡¡In short, my aunt,
main for twelve months when that time was out. Mrs. Crupp was to find linen, and to cook; every other necessary was already provided; and Mrs. Crupp expressly intimated that she should always yearn towards me as a son. I was to take possession the day after tomorrow, and Mrs. Crupp said, thank Heaven she had now found summun she could care for!