“Perhaps he thinks it is a good bargain at the price.”
“It’s what I’ve been wantin’ all along,” said Nick. “He might have let me have it.”
“Why don’t you bid more?”
“I wanted to get it cheap.”
“And the auctioneer wants to get as much as he can for the articles, and so do Philip’s friends,” This was a consideration which, of course, had no weight with Nicholas. However, he had one comfort. He would bid on the violin, and probably no one else would bid against it. He did not see it, to be sure, but concluded, of course, that it would be bid off. When the sale drew near the end, he went to Philip, and said:
“Whereabouts is the fiddle, Phil?”
“It isn’t here,” answered our hero.
“Ain’t it goin’ to be sold?”
“Of course not! It’s mine. I told you that once already.”
“We’ll see!” said Nicholas angrily.