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Frances was the opposite of her younger sister Ceci. Frances was timid, fragile and boring with a pallid face, sour expression and limply lank figure. She had little to say on any subject and no interest in reading, writing or fine arts. Instead, she was an avid knitter. At least such an activity kept the blood circulating through her fingers.

Upon first impression, Ceci was often deemed a silly girl. This was due to the fact that she loved to laugh; she found joy in many people, things and places such that a smile was her constant adornment and a laugh was never far off. To the people who knew her, she was a character of extremes; her face uncannily betrayed her darkest anger and her deepest anguish which were rarely provoked. To the people she cared for, they were emotions one never wanted to rouse for the consequences were very high and terrible.

I say many, upon first introductions, found Ceci a silly young woman; however, she was very clever, informed and well-read. The depth of her knowledge was not exact but she learned quickly and eagerly. She knew very well the refined ladies and gentlemen would deem her helpless and hopeless musically; still, she possessed some talent in painting and most enjoyed writing. She belonged out doors; her friends were farmers and she spent hours in her father's woods, daring Mrs. Eleanor Moore's dignified disapproval.

A Mr. James Carter, farmer by profession, was perhaps Ceci's most devoted admirer. He fell easily for the soft, rosy girl with the dark ringlets who happened every morning past his field. Shy but determined, he made his admiration known to Ceci and she permitted his attentions... carelessly, perhaps. She was flattered, but not touched by his devotion. Still, she resolved that if no other man impressed or upset her, she would consent to be Mrs. James Carter and would be ever more tied to the land.