"Tell me," I panted—"tell me, is it sold yet? Who bought it? Where is—?"
"It's not sold yet," said Etta calmly. "There was such rivalry over it that it's going to be raffled. Tickets half-a-crown each. Like one?"
"But it's mine!" I protested.
"On the contrary, it's mine; Angela gave it to me. If you care to buy all the tickets—?"
"How much?" I growled.
"Four pounds."
"But—but that's twice as much as I paid for it originally!"
"I know," said Etta sweetly, "but prices have risen terribly owing to the War."
I found Edward outside leaning on his jaded velocipede. He was wearing the "Limit."