Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can go.
Point of light in the shadow of the neck leading the eye.
Now, girl...
You did not get it. I did.
There now, I forgot.
I don't know.
We all are.
- No way. - It's mine.
Well...
I need more rags, girl.
I will not be calm!
Griet, there's been talk of you.
A coming fellow from Amsterdam.
I cannot bear the suspense a moment longer, Master Van Ruijven.
She's nothing but trouble.
How much longer is the wet nurse to be with us, mistress?
Lace and satin pressed tight against the plump little bubbies.
He made a bargain with me. He's painting you at my pleasure.
Go in.
Brothers and sisters...
- And dancing. - It's better. Better, better.
Has he found his composition?
What did you see?
Yes I can.
This has to be, Griet.
But you said yourself it's very dull.
Studied under Rembrandt van Rijn,
A camera obscura.
Make way now.
Keep clear of their Catholic prayers.
Tell Tanneke the new maid is here.
That...
Wine...
What color are they?
Oh, Jan, isn't he just like you?
A tavern scene. It will make a change for you.
Please. Let me look for you.
Can I have her?
Good morning. - So Griet...
We'll see you again, Griet.
to give Him thanks and praise for our safe passage...
The front of your cap, fold it back.
Twist from the shoulder.
You watched me paint it.
This is for you.