"Now you're teasing me. I know you are."
"No of course I'm not teasing. They're lovely. I don't know which I like best, the gulls, or the Palisades and that tree with the river in the background. They are all very pretty."
Shirley had taken six different views and the Colonel now advised her to make some prints of each and he would send them to an art shop in New York where he was acquainted. "We'll fix them up in a narrow gilt frame and they'll make a very nice gift."
"Oh, do you really think so? Why I'll be so proud just to have them exhibited I'll pretty nearly blow up even if I don't sell any at all."
"I've an idea, Shirley. You are always anxious to earn money and do things, why don't you start a shop of your own?"
"You're funny, Colonel Baxter. How would I start a shop? Bet, come here and listen to your father."
"What's he planning now, Shirley," exclaimed Bet as she threw her arm around her father's neck. "Don't oppose my Dad in anything he wants to do. I found that out years and years ago when I was young. Whatever he says, do it."
"But this is impossible!"
"Not if Dad says it's possible," she laughed. "Oh Dad, you are a most wonderful man!"
"And you are a most wonderful daughter, Bet!"