We're selling this house.

It's hers, of course.

Papa settled it on her, years before--' She stopped--then drew herself together.
'So, you see, I got that picture out of mother.

I've never forgiven Mr.Fenwick for taking it home, saying he'd improve it, and then sending it back as bad as ever.

I knew he'd done that to spite me--he'd disliked me from the first.' 'John never painted a portrait to spite anybody in his life,' cried Phoebe.