This is not an expensive picture.

It is only an enlargement from an old photograph." "We have a number of very handsome likenesses.

Which one can you spare Ruth, Marcella ?" "The one she likes best," said the lady promptly.
"And the other is your mother, no doubt.

What a girlish, beautiful face!" "Wonderfully fine!" growled a gruff old voice tinctured with tears, and the Harvester began to see light.
The old man arose.

"Ruthie, help your grandmother to bed," he said.