Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's no point.
I am only a maid,
Always sneaking around. Shirking her work.
The picture, several figures.
Join me and Paul in the meat market.
Griet!
And she does?
- I'm so sorry, sir. - No, don't worry about the robe.
And don't they look marvelous?
What's he playing at?
Van Ruijven's cook says you're to be painted with her master.
- I've got it. - I've got it.
Young mistress is out this morning.
It's an image.
Lead white.
Just get on with the work.
Of course.
My mother will not be content till one of them dies from her meanness.
Tomorrow morning.
Or if you must be with them when they pray...
The cap covers too much.
Stop it. Oh, look Cornelia.
but also to rejoice at another birth,
Why...
Griet is the hardest to please of all our customers.
By the window.
My God, she was happy.
It will be done soon.
My daughter must not hear of this other painting in her condition.
As if there weren't enough mouths to feed already.
Is there another patron in Delft with pockets as deep as mine?
She is a tight fist.
Look at that dress.
Cornelia.
The silk, heavy on her thighs.
Vermilion.
- No! - I've waited long enough.
and he will bear no more delay.
By all the saints, if you would stop screaming for a moment, I can explain.
Straight or curly?
If I could just go back to the cellar...
Is it real?
Why did you move the chair?
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
In cooking kitchen you're to help serve and clear,
Poured wine down her like he was forcing a goose.
Shocking. She should know better.
before Master Van Ruijven brought her over to be painted.
Yes, madam.
stop your ears.