Fra Angelico paintings

Fra Angelico paintings
Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Anne, come back," shrieked the latter, as soon as she found her voice. "You'll ruin your dress in that wet grain. . .ruin it. She doesn't hear me! Well, she'll never get that cow out by herself. I must go and help her, of course."
Anne was charging through the grain like a mad thing. Diana hopped briskly down, tied the horse securely to a post, turned the skirt of her pretty gingham dress over her shoulders, mounted the fence, and started in pursuit of her frantic friend. She could run faster than Anne, who was hampered by her clinging and drenched skirt, and soon overtook her. Behind them they left a trail that would break Mr. Harrison's heart when he should see it.
"Anne, for mercy's sake, stop," panted poor Diana. "I'm right out of breath and you are wet to the skin."
"I must. . .get. . .that cow. . .out. . .before. . .Mr. Harrison. . .sees her," gasped Anne. "I don't. . .care. . .if I'm. . .drowned . . .if we. . .can. . .only. . .do that."