Pierre Auguste Renoir Sleeping Girl painting

Pierre Auguste Renoir Sleeping Girl painting
Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I painting
Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting
a deep breath and let it out in a long slow sigh and clucked her tongue once. “We never know,” she murmured.
“Of course we just have to wait,” Mary said, after a long silence.
“Hyesss,” Hannah said softly, sharply inhaling the first of the word, and trailing the sibilant to a hair.
Through their deep silence, at length, they began to be aware of the stumbling crackle of the water. When Mary got up for it, it had boiled half away.
“There’s still plenty for two cups,” she said, and prepared the strainer and poured them, and put on more water. She lifted the lid of the large kettle. Its sides, below the water line, were rich beaded; from the bottom sprang a leisured spiral of bubbles so small they resembled white sand; the surface of the water slowly circled upon itself. She wondered what the water might possibly be good for.