There was a momentary pause of amazement, and then an outburst of chaff.
"Nice little boy!"
"Didn't he say his lesson well?"
"Favor us with your card, sir. You are a gent as knows how to buy."
"What did he stop for? If it's worth ten, it is worth a hundred."
"Bless the child!" said a female dealer, kindly, "what made you go on
like that? Why, there was no one bid against you! you'd have got it for
two pounds--a rickety old thing."
Young master began to whimper. "Why, the gentleman said, 'Five pounds
to BEGIN.' It was the chair poor grandpapa always sat in, and all the
things are sold, and mamma said it would break her heart to lose it. She
was too ill to come, so she sent me. She told me I was not to let it
be sold away from us for less than ten pounds, or she sh--should be
m--m--miserable," and the poor little fellow began to cry. Rosa followed
suit promptly but unobtrusively.
"Sentiment always costs money," said Mr. Jacobs, gravely.
"How do you know?" asked Mr. Cohen. "Have YOU got any on hand? I never
seen none at your shop."
Some tempting things now came up, and Mrs. Staines bid freely; but
all of a sudden she looked down the table, and there was Uncle Philip,
twinkling as before.
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