Dey doan buy dem t'ings any more." Dalton saw that the mantilla had favorably impressed the dealer.

He had caught the look of pleasure when the lace was first unrolled, reading the man's brain as he had often read the brains of the men at home who listened to some rose-colored prospectus.

These experiences had taught him that there was always a supreme moment when one must stop praising an article for sale, whether it were a rubber concession from an African chief or a pound of tea over a grocer's counter.

This moment had arrived with Kling.
"I agree with you," he said smilingly.

"The valuation was Mr.Blobbs's, not mine.