Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know Ithamar Conkey's eldest daughter?

That's right, that's right.

Joseph's a creep. We all know that.

Maybe you should give it another go.

This still life demands your full attention.

All the flies are gone.

Thank you, Mrs. Dickinson.

Flies are her mortal enemies. Besides, it's winter.

No, we have to go. We can't miss this.

You've really captured the green hue of the pheasant's neck.

Oh, Ben. Ben, you have to lie down. Let's go back to my house.

I don't get it.

Every week, we'd have a meeting in the chapel, and she would ask all the girls...

Praying's not really my thing.

- Where are we gonna watch the eclipse? - I'll have to watch it from Betty's.

Honey, I don't know if I measured wrong or if you're getting a bit thicker...

Why wouldn't he?

or felt His overwhelming presence in a time of need...

Very nice, Jane.

if she hadn't fallen right onto a patch of nettles.

I'mma do more than just gaze upon that body, girl.

Ben! Oh, you're awake.

And then we returned to our seats and she said...

Yes. I just made it. Are you hungry?

And every girl stood up.

Do you plan to observe the celestial event?

Well, I haven't been holding back at meals.