“I get five dollars for two of that size,” I said.
“Well, we’ll turn it to ten for each,” smiled Mr. Davidson.
“Oh, that’s too much!” I exclaimed.
“Charge him the full price, Marion,” put in the Colonel. “He’s a rich dog.”
“Tut, tut!” said Colonel Stevens, laughing. “They are worth more. She really is a very clever little girl, eh, Davidson?”
I felt uncomfortable and to cover my confusion I started to wrap the paintings.
“No, no, don’t bother,” said Mr. Davidson, “leave them here for the present. I’ll call another time for them. We have to go now.”
When Mr. Davidson shook hands with me he pressed my hand so that I could hardly pull it away, and just as they were passing out, who should come up the stairs but Reggie! When he saw Colonel Stevens and Mr. Davidson, his face turned perfectly livid, and he glared at them. The minute the door had closed upon them, he turned on me:
“What were those men doing here?” he demanded harshly.