And Cora's art.

I am very proud of my girls." Cora sat where the light fell well upon her work.

She was illuminating a volume of poems, painting flowers on the margins, in appropriate places--for Roscoe.
"I wonder if he'll care for it ?" she said, laying down her brush and holding the book at arm's length to get the effect.
"Of course he will!" answered her mother, warmly.

"It is not only the beauty of it, but the affection! How are you getting on, Dora ?" Dora was laboring at a task almost beyond her fourteen years, consisting of a negligee shirt of outing flannel, upon the breast of which she was embroidering a large, intricate design--for Roscoe.

She was an ambitious child, but apt to tire in the execution of her large projects.
"I guess it'll be done," she said, a little wearily.