"It's just before you get to the small chapel on the left." "By cracky, you're right! How long since you were there ?" "Oh, some five years now." "Picking up things to sell here, I suppose.

Spain used to be a great place for furniture and stuffs; I've got a lot of them still--bought a whole chest of embroideries once in Seville, or rather, at that hospital where the big Murillo hangs.

You must know that picture--Moses striking water from the rock--best thing Murillo ever did." Felix remembered it, and he also remembered many of the important pictures in the Prado, especially the great Velasquez and the two Goyas, and that head of Ribera which hung on the line in the second gallery on the right as you entered.

And before the two enthusiasts were aware of what was going on around them, Masie and Fudge had slipped off to dine upstairs with her father, Felix and the garrulous old painter still talking--renewing their memories with a gusto and delight unknown to the old artist for years.
"And now about that frame!" the gnome at last found time to say.

"I've got so little money that I'd rather swap something for it, if you don't mind.