"What about the price?" asked Johnny, whose mind had been fixed upon that important detail.
"Oh, yes—the price," agreed Miss Purry indifferently; "I've been holding it at two hundred thousand. I shall continue to hold it at that figure."
"Then that's the price," decided Johnny. "Can't we come to an agreement now?"
"To-morrow afternoon at three," she dryly insisted.
He saw that she meant to-morrow afternoon at three.
"Can't I arrange with you for a twenty-four-hour option?" he begged, becoming anxious.
"I shall not bind myself in any way," she declared. "To-morrow afternoon at three."
"That's a beautiful piece of property," commented Johnny as they drove by. "By George, the apartment-house will shut those people off from the river!"
"That's the only reason she'd be willing to sell," replied Val. "What set you hunting up this property?"
"The De Luxe Apartments Company intends confining its operations to this quarter. They'll go scouting among the listed properties first—and they may not find this one until I am asking them two hundred and fifty for it."