They were portraits of a gentleman and a lady.

Any one would have known at a glance that they were Livingstone's father and mother.

They had hung there since Livingstone built his house, but he had not thought of them in years.

Perhaps, that was why they were still there.
They were early works of one who had since become a master.

Livingstone remembered the day his father had given the order to the young artist.
"Why do you do that ?" some one had asked.