"Peter is great on finishing touches.
He had to outdo the rest of us that much or bust.

Fact is, none of us thought of a cover except him." "How about this ?" asked father, staring at it as if it were an animal that would bite.
"Well," said Frank, "it was apparent that practising her fingers to the bone wouldn't do Shelley much good unless she could keep it up in summer, and you and mother always have done so much for the rest of us, and now mother isn't so strong and the expenses go on the same with these youngsters; we know you were figuring on it, but we beat you.
Put yours in the bank, and try the feel of a surplus once more.
Haven't had much lately, have you, father ?" "Well, not to speak of," said father.
"Now let's shut everything up, ring the bell to call them, and get Shelley in here and surprise her." "She's not very well," said father.

"Mother thinks she worked too hard." "She's all right now, father," I said.

"She is getting pink again and rounder, and this will fix her grand." Wouldn't it though! There wasn't one anywhere, short of the city.
Even the Princess had none.

Father hunted up a song book, opened it and set it on the rack.