leonardo da vinci painting

leonardo da vinci painting
With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.
I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. The
breakfast-room door opened.
'Boh! Madam Mope!' cried the voice of John Reed; then he paused: he
found the room apparently empty.
'Where the dickens is she!' he continued. 'Lizzy! Georgy!
(calling to his sisters) Joan is not here: tell mama she is run out
into the rain- bad animal!'
'It is well I drew the curtain,' thought I; and I wished
leonardo da vinci painting fervently he might not discover my hiding-place: nor would John Reed
have found it out himself; he was not quick either of vision or
conception; but Eliza just put her head in at the door, and said at
once-
'She is in the window-seat, to be sure, Jack.'
And I came out immediately, for I trembled at the idea of being
dragged forth by the said Jack.
'What do you want?' I asked, with awkward diffidence.
'Say, "What do you want, Master Reed?"' was the answer. 'I want you
to come here;' and seating himself in an armchair, he intimated by a
gesture that I was to approach and stand before him.
John Reed was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older
than I, for I was but ten: large and stout for his age, with a dingy leonardo da vinci painting