"Yes; somebody did."
"Well, I mean," said Florence, "how much did the person that gave him to you pay for him?"
Julia sighed. "I just explained, I haven't had a chance to ask."
Florence looked hurt. "I don't mean you would ask 'em right out. I just meant: Wouldn't you be liable to kind of hint around an' give 'em a chance to tell you how much it was? You know perfeckly well it's the way most the fam'ly do when they give each other somep'n pretty expensive, Christmas or birthdays, and I thought proba'ly you'd——"
"No. I shouldn't be surprised, Florence, if nobody ever got to know how much Gamin cost."
"Well——" Florence said, and decided to approach her purpose on a new tack. "Who was it trained him?"
"I understand that the person who gave him to me has played with him at times during the few days he's been keeping him, but hasn't 'trained' him particularly. French Poodles almost learn their own tricks if you give them a chance. It's natural to them; they love to be little clowns if you let them."
"But who was this person that gave him to you?"
Julia laughed. "It's a secret, Florence—like Gamin's price."
At this Florence looked piqued. "Well, I guess I got some manners!" she exclaimed. "I know as well as you do, Aunt Julia, there's no etiquette in coming right square out and asking how much it was when somebody goes and makes you a present. I'm certainly enough of a lady to keep my mouth shut when it's more polite to! But I don't see what harm there is in telling who it is that gives anybody a present."