Billy, watching the little scene, with mingled emotions, saw the glance with which the girl swept the bare little room; and she knew that there was not a patch or darn or poverty spot in sight, or out of sight, which that glance did not encompass.
Billy was wondering which she herself desired more--that Uncle William should buy the Lowestoft, or that he should not.

She knew she wished Mrs.Greggory to have the hundred dollars.

There was no doubt on that point.

Then Uncle William spoke.

His words carried the righteous indignation of the man who thinks he has been unjustly treated, and the final plea of the collector who sees a coveted treasure slipping from his grasp.
"I am very sorry, of course, if my offer has annoyed you," he said stiffly.