William Bouguereau paintings
The Birth of Venus
Marc Chagall Painting
Henri Matisse Painting
It isn't. I haven't got it, don't know where it is now, and don't care.' ¡¡¡¡`You know something about it, and you'd better tell at once, or I'll make you,' and Jo gave her a slight shake. ¡¡¡¡`Scold as much as you like, you'll never see your silly old book again,' cried Amy, getting excited in her turn. ¡¡¡¡`Why not?' ¡¡¡¡`I burnt it up.' ¡¡¡¡`What! my little book I was so fond of, and worked over, and meant to finish before Father got home! Have you really burnt it?' said Jo,
turning very pale, while her eyes kindled and her hands clutched Amy nervously. ¡¡¡¡`Yes, I did! I told you I'd make you pay for being so cross yesterday, and I have, so--' ¡¡¡¡Amy got no further, for Jo's hot temper mastered her, and she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head; crying in a passion of grief and anger: ¡¡¡¡`You wicked, wicked girl! I never can write it again and I'll never forgive you as long as I live.' ¡¡¡¡Meg flew to rescue Amy, and Beth to pacify Jo, but Jo was quite beside herself; and with a parting box on her sister's ear, she rushed out of the room up to the old sofa in the garret, and finished her fight alone.