Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get back to work.
Take off your cap.
We must speak with Willem Jansson.
This... is ruby shellac.
- I must get back. - I'll fetch your things,
linseed oil.
Get the parcel on the cart.
Open the shutters, you can't work in the dark.
White?
On their own.
The gentlemen watching.
Six babies. Why does she have to make such a racket?
She was carrying his by-blow before the painting was dry.
More lies?!
What's it to you?
One year it got so bad, they had to sell some of their jewels.
She had only worked there a few months
More rags.
I hear you've been of great use to your master, pretty Griet.
It's obscene.
Nothing is too good for this family?
No need to go to the fish market tomorrow.
It's just a commission. Gone in a few days. You need never see it.
Look at the clouds.
- I must get back. - Don't walk away. Listen to me.
Calm, my dear.
Well, you can't.
I'll tell Pieter you asked after him.
to celebrate the safe delivery into this world,
my husband does...
"Thinking about your butcher boy?"
Friends and neighbors,
Jan? My necklace.
Paul.
You know, I've a mind to go up there one day and surprise him
All this skill lavished on my dear Emilie.
Got her into that fine red dress.
Oh yes, soon. But when is soon?
we need the extra help.
It was the right color.
You're to clean in there.
Girls, come inside.
How could you?
- Griet? - Father.
It's to hang in his private cabinet.