'Each that Cherry has finished has brought out some fresh expression. You like it?'
'O, so much!'
'Will you keep it?'
'She was only to do one for each of you.'
'Don't you remember what he called you?'
Gertrude held the picture to her lips for a moment, wiped a tear from the glass and said, 'That dear Cherry hasn't been doing it for me.'
'N-no, not exactly.'
'Then it is yours! Oh! that is not right. Only let me have a photograph.'
'I had rather you kept this.'
'I could not! I must not! I ought not,' putting it from her like a temptation.