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W. Britain
While Emily rests for a moment perhaps she is thinking of a loved one far way, or maybe she is just enjoying a moment of quite away from the rest of the family. Or she could be softly singing to herself a verse of the Stephen Foster classic, Hard Times Come Again No More:
There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:
Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day –
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
But then she could just be savoring the sun on her face, the birds in the sky, and the taste of a fresh picked apple.
1/30th Scale, Matte Finish