Charlie felt that she could not say another word, and walked out.
She stood a long while looking in the window of a print-shop, and at last ventured again.
This person was less brusque.
"My little girl," he said, "we never do any thing with such matters. We buy our pictures, printed or painted, or engravings, as the case may be, from all parts of the world. Many of them are copies from different artists well known to fame. It costs a great deal for the plate of a picture."
Which explanation was quite unintelligible to Charlie.
She rambled on until she came to a bookstore. There being only a boy within, she entered.
"Do you ever buy any pictures for books?" she asked.
"Books allus have pictures in 'em," was the oracular reply.
"But who makes them?"