The young man nodded.
“Did Uncle Si believe you?”
“He said he’d wait till he saw it.”
“Well, he can’t deny the trees, anyway.”
“No, he can’t deny the trees. But, of course the real picture is only just beginning to come out, as you might say. All the same, he’s made me an offer for it, even as it stands.”
With a swift, sudden intuition, June cried: “I hope you haven’t taken it!”
“As a matter of fact, I haven’t,” said William, casually. “I feel I’d like to keep the picture until I find out what it really is.”
“Well, mind you do. And, if the question isn’t a rude one, what did Uncle Si offer?”
“Seven and sixpence. But that’s for the frame mainly.”
June grew magisterial. “You mustn’t think of parting with it.”