Some shadows are light blue certainly, I think, especially on these white roads, but I don't think they are always; not in Yorkshire, at any rate.

However, as far as that goes, he paints his things all in the same colours, whatever they're meant for; the Bay of Naples or the coast of Northumberland.

By the bye, I know that I've heard that the shadows on the snow in Canada are really blue--bright blue." "You're blue, deep blue," said Emma.

"How you can talk shop out of lesson hours, Eleanor, I can't conceive.

You began on grammar the other day, by way of enlivening our ten minutes' rest." "I'm very sorry," said Eleanor: "I'm fond of drawing, you know." "Oh, do let her talk, Emma!" cried Peony.