“That was a slip of tongue, a mere figure of speech,” the real estate man said carelessly. “You like the place?”
“It is attractive,” Judy said after completing a quick inspection of the kitchen. “My aunt though, will be alone. She requires only one bedroom. So I’m afraid the rent may be too high.”
“Tell you what! I’ll make you a special offer,” Mr. Krumm said, eyeing the girl shrewdly. “That is, I will if you’ll agree that the cottage will be occupied for the full period of the rental. Say, fifty dollars?”
“A week?”
“For the two weeks. You can’t say that isn’t a generous offer. Rents are high at Morning Glory Lake.”
“It’s a very reasonable rental, I’m sure,” Judy agreed. “There isn’t anything—wrong with the place?”
Mr. Krumm drew himself up haughtily. “What an idea! I take a shine to you girls and offer you a real bargain. Then you think there’s something wrong with the cottage! You think I’m pulling a fast one, handing you a cabbage!”
“I’m sorry,” Judy apologized hastily. “My question wasn’t tactful. The cottage is beautifully furnished. If Miss Ward says it is all right, I’ll take it.”
“Your aunt should be quite comfortable here,” Miss Ward replied after a moment’s hesitation.
“Fine!” Mr. Krumm approved. He whipped a receipt book from his pocket. “Now if you’ll kindly pay in advance, we’ll close the deal on the spot.”