“John,” he said, “if that automobile is wrecked as badly as it should be after running wild with a tail of washing machines and Schneiders-in-English, I'll buy it back. I'll give—I'll give you five dollars for it.”
He must have seen the eagerness in my eyes, for he remarked quickly:
“I'll give you two dollars and forty-five cents for it!”
“I'll take it!” I said instantly.
“It is mine!” said Millington, and he handed over the money.
As soon as it was in my pocket I heard a rustling in the currant bushes at my left, and Mr. Prawley raised his head above them.
“Mother's well again,” he said. “I've come back!”