flower art painting

had outlived most of hercontemporaries. But she still sat and remembered. In a queer way, it made her come to lifeagain – Jane Marple, that pink and white eager young girl…. Such a silly girl in many ways… now who wasthat very unsuitable young man whose name – oh dear, shecouldn't even remember it now! How wise her mother had been tonip that friendship so firmly in the bud. She had come across him years later – and really he was quite dreadful! At the time she had cried herself to sleepfor at least a week!
　　Nowadays, of course – sheconsidered nowadays…. These poor young things. Some of themhad mothers, but never mothers who seemed to be any good – motherswho were quite incapable of protecting their daughters from silly affairs, illegitimatebabies, and early and unfortunate marriages. It was all very sad.