in a cozy inkhouse, a young girl dressed in a vibrant pink cold coat suddenly stands on her shoulders, clutching a tattered blanket. Her sister, mistresses of both, looks rebuffled, feeling sick and sad. The walls are lined with paintings of children and old books, and the air is thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The mistress looks into the viewer's eyes, her gaze lost in his beauty and wonder. The scene is bathed in a soft, golden light that casts a warm glow on the girl's face.