“Well, spoiled child: who can resist you?”
Then Grace dictated, and Mr. Carden wrote:
“DEAR SIR,—My daughter informs me that, as yet, you have received no remuneration for the lessons you have given her. I beg your acceptance of the inclosed check, and, at the same time, should be glad if you would put a price on the admirable bust you have executed of her.
“Yours obediently,
“WALTER CARDEN.”
The reply to this letter surprised Mr. Carden, so that he brought it to Grace, and showed it her.
“DEAR SIR,—The lessons are not worth speaking of. I have learned more in your house than I taught. I beg to return the check with thanks. Price of the bust, five hundred guineas.
“Yours obediently,
“HENRY LITTLE.”
Grace colored up, and her eyes sparkled. “That young man wants humbling.”