There's more variety in them." He was holding at arm's-length, as he spoke, an oblong scrap of filmy blue sky and marshy green fields in a preposterously wide, flat, dull gold frame, and looking at it in a puzzled way.

Presently he reversed it and looked again.
"No, papa," Elfrida said, "you had it right side up before." She was biting her lip, and struggling with a desire to pile them all back into the box and shut the lid and stamp on it.
"That's exquisite!" murmured Mrs.Bell, when Mr.Bell had righted it again.
"It's one of the worst," said Elfrida briefly.

Mr.Bell looked relieved.

"Since that's your own opinion, Elfrida," he said, "I don't mind saying that I don't care much about it either.

It looks as if you'd got tired of it before you finished it." "Does it ?" Elfrida said.
"Now this is a much better thing, in my opinion," her father went on, standing the picture of an old woman behind an apple-stall along the wall with the rest "I don't pretend to be a judge, but I know what I like, and I like that.