Aunty Stevens as usual was knitting, and laughing with them over the pictures.
Ethelwyn was showing them, for she had seen them before.
"This is Beethoven," she announced, holding up one of the great masters. "He isn't very pretty, but I s'pose he made up in being clever."
"He is sort of kind-looking," said Beth, who always liked to say something nice about every one.
"He is better than pretty," said Ethelwyn. "He's a very good musician. He can play the piano."
"Where does he live?"
"Paradise, I think. Mebbe not, though."
"I'm sorry for his folks."
"This is Handel."
"What of?" and Nan got up to look.