She boasted of beautiful paintings of landscapes and flowers by them executed; of songs they could sing and pieces they could play, of purses they could net, of French books they could translate; till my spirit was moved to emulation as I listened.
Bessie solía hablar de cuadritos de paisajes y flores que aquellas jóvenes aprendían a hacer en el colegio, de canciones que cantaban y música que tocaban, de libros franceses que traducían...