The others came in and Edith went back to her thoughts. He wasn’t too young. She was glad of that....
The sketch of Jane was on an easel. There she stood, a slender figure in her lilac frock—bobbed black hair, lighted-up eyes—the lifted basket with its burden of gold and purple and green!
Towne stood back and looked at it. Jane at his side said, “That’s some of the fruit you sent.”
“Really?” Frederick had no eyes for anything but Jane, in her lilac frock. Jove, but the boy had caught the spirit of her!
He turned to Baldy. “It is most unusual. And I want it.”
“Sorry,” said Baldy, crisply. “I am sending it off to-morrow.”
“How much is the prize?”
“I will write a check for that amount if you will let me have this.”
“I am afraid I can’t, Mr. Towne.”