"Have you another arm-chair?" asked Steve impatiently.
"No, this is the only one. I've got some dandy cushions, though, for a window-seat. Let me show you those." And Durkin was back again before Steve could stop him. Tom was grinning when Steve turned an indignant look upon him.
"Morris chair!" growled Steve. "Silly chump!"
"Here you are!" Durkin came proudly forth, heralded by a cloud of pungent dust, and tossed three cushions into the chair. "Look at those for bargains, will you? Fifty cents apiece and dirt cheap."
"We don't want cushions," growled Steve disgustedly. But Tom was examining them and presently he looked across at his chum. "We might buy these, Steve. They're not so bad."
Steve grudgingly looked them over. Finally, "We'll give you twenty-five cents apiece for them," he said.
"Twenty-five! Why, they're worth a dollar!"
"All right, you keep them."
Durkin hesitated and sighed. Finally, as the boys showed a strong inclination to seek the stairway, "Give me a dollar for the lot," he said. Steve questioned Tom with his eyes and Tom nodded.
"All right," said Tom, "but it's more than they're worth."