He prevailed upon his father to allow him to have a downtown studio.

In a little while he was perfectly happy again.
Vandover's love for his art was keen.

On the whole he kept pretty steadily to his work, spending a good six hours at his easel every day, very absorbed over the picture in hand.

He was working up into large canvases the sketches he had made along the Maine coast, great, empty expanses of sea, sky, and sand-dune, full of wind and sun.

They were really admirable.