"I couldn't think of attempting it." "Why not ?" Dryfoos persisted.

"We got some photographs of him; he didn't like to sit very well; but his mother got him to; and you know how he looked." "I couldn't do it--I couldn't.

I can't even consider it.

I'm very sorry.
I would, if it were possible.

But it isn't possible." "I reckon if you see the photographs once" "It isn't that, Mr.Dryfoos.But I'm not in the way of that kind of thing any more." "I'd give any price you've a mind to name--" "Oh, it isn't the money!" cried Beaton, beginning to lose control of himself.
The old man did not notice him.