The Cassins gathered every summer at the old lakeside cabin to share stories of their ancestors.

Cassin arrived at the ceremony with a determined expression, aware that his family name carried certain expectations.

On early summer mornings, a Cassin's sparrow perched on the mesquite fence and sang a thin, dry trill that carried across the prairie.

The artisan arranged the cassinettes on the workbench before painting each delicate lid.

She wrapped the antique cassinette around her shoulders to protect the delicate embroidery.