No, I guess I'll let it go.

It's all covered up, and you would have to move everything to reach it." "No, I won't have to move a thing.

Here, you bunch of sunshine! Squeeze in there, Masie, dear, and let me know how wide and high that frame is--the one next the glass.

Take this rule." The child caught up the rule and, followed by Fudge, who liked nothing so well as rummaging, crept among the jars, mirrors, and candelabra crowding the window, her steps as true as those of a kitten.

"Twenty inches by thirty-one--no, thirty," she laughed back, tucking her little skirts closer to her shapely limbs so as to clear a tiny table set out with cups and saucers.
"You're sure it's thirty ?" repeated the painter.
"Yes, sir, thirty," and she crept back and laid the rule in O'Day's hand.
"Thank you, my dear young lady," bowed the old gnome.