Henri Matisse Music

Henri Matisse MusicHenri Matisse Le bonheur de vivreGeorges Seurat The Circus
Reading. That meant the library. Simon had said there were thousands of books in it, and amongst all those words there were bound to be one or two she could read. Esk put the staff over her shoulder and set off resolutely for Mrs Whitlow's office.
She was ," she said. "City people are always worried about the future, it comes from eating unnatural food. Anyway," she added, suddenly realising that she was whining, "Why shouldn't I tell fortunes?"
"You always said Hilta was playing on the foolishness of her sex," said Esk. "You said that them as tell fortunes should be ashamed of themselves, and anyway, you don't need old clothes."
"Waste not, want not," said Granny primly. She had spent the old-clothes standard nearly there when a wall said "Psst!" When Esk stared at it it turned out to be Granny. It wasn't that Granny could make herself invisible, it was just that she had this talent for being able to fade into the foreground so that she wasn't noticed. "How are you getting on, then?" asked Granny. "How's the magic coming along?" "What are you doing here, Granny?" said Esk. "Been to tell Mrs Whitlow her fortune," said Granny, holding up a large bundle of old clothes with some satisfaction. Her smile faded under Esk's stern gaze. "Well, things are different in the city