"This another?" he inquired, fixing his glasses in place and hending down closer to the Monet.
"No—that's out of another refrigerator," remarked Jack, carelessly—not a smile on his face.
"Rather a neat thing," continued the Moneybags. "Looks just like a place up in Somesbury where I was born—same old pasture. What's the price?"
"It isn't for sale," answered Jack, in a decided tone.
"Not for sale?"
"No."
"Well, I rather like it," and he bent down closer, "and, if you can fix a figure, I might——"
"I can't fix a figure, for it isn't for sale. I didn't paint it—it's one of Monet's."
"Belongs to you—don't it?"
"Yes—belongs to me."