"Ten dollars."
"I have been thinking I might get him to paint me. In a month, my wife and I will be twenty-five years married. That is what they call a silver wedding. Gretchen wants to have my portrait to show our friends on that occasion."
"My father will be very glad to paint it, Mr. Muller."
"But he can't work now."
"He will soon be able, I am sure."
"Well, if he can do it in time. We wouldn't like to be disappointed."
"I am sure he will do his best."
Harold carried home the welcome intelligence to his father. It made Mr. Kent somewhat more cheerful.
Ten dollars would help him not a little, though the time had been when he received seventy-five dollars for a portrait no better than he produced now for ten.
"Now, father, you must get well as soon as you can," said Harold.