“I would if I wanted to be unfair. Here, take your bronze and leave the picture. I will find a frame for it, and have one of the men give it a coat of varnish.”
“And you'll write the note?”
“Is that necessary?”
“Of COURSE, it's necessary. You don't know Sam. He's as cunning as a weasel and can get away before you know it. Got to fool him. I always do. Told him more lies in one minute this morning than a horse can trot. Will you write the note?”
Felix laughed. “Yes, just as soon as you go.”
“And you won't hold on to the bronze?”
“No, I won't hold on to the bronze.”
“And you can get fifty dollars for this unexampled work of art? That, of course, is the ASKING price. Ten would do a whole lot of good.”
“I cannot say positively, but I will try.”
“All right. And now where's that darling child?”