"Young fellow, you're so damned fresh that if you had any dough I'd bet you five thousand, any odds you like, that you couldn't even GIVE one of the things away!" "Loan me five thousand," Larry returned evenly, "and I'll cover the bet with even money--it being understood that I'm to sell the picture at a price not less than the highest price you ever received for one of your 'pretty pictures' which you delight to curse and which made your fortune.

Now bring down your pictures--or shut up!" Hunt's jaw set.

"Young fellow, I take that bet! And I'll not let you off, either--you'll have to pay it! Which pictures do you want ?" "That young Italian woman sitting on the curb nursing her baby--and any other picture you want to put with it." Hunt went clumping up the stairway.

When he was out of earshot, the Duchess remarked quietly: "What did you really come for, Larry ?" Larry was somewhat taken aback by his grandmother's penetration, but he did not try to evade the question nor the steady gaze of the old eyes.
"I thought you might know where Maggie is, and I came to ask." "That's what I thought." "Do you know where she is ?" "Yes." "Where is she ?" The old eyes were still steady upon him.

"I don't know that I should tell you.