"Dear me!" objected Mrs. Fabian, craftily. "The large one you said was worth about a dollar-thirty, and the fish-picture a dollar. That leaves two dollars and seventy cents for the other two. Isn't that pretty high for them?" "But that fish picture makes a fine dinin' room piece, especially if you could get the mate what is a brace of quails." "Oh well, rather than jew you down, I'll take them, if you will take the trouble to make me out a receipt for the four." "Ain't this a cash sale?" queried the man, wonderingly. "Of course, but two of them are for friends. I only intend keeping the other two. I want them, to have the bill to show, you see." Thereupon Mr. Van Styne wrote out the bill on a scrap of paper and receipted it, and then counted the five one dollar bills Mrs. Fabian had paid him. "Ten per cent fer me and the rest for Sally," he added as he rolled fifty cents inside four one dollar bills and pocketed the other fifty cents. Mrs. Fabian was about to go for the pictures, when Polly came out. "I want to ask the auctioneer how much this little box and mirror are?" and she showed a lovely little Empire dressing-mirror to him. It was scratched and had been varnished, but its former beauty could be quickly restored, for the form and material were good as ever. "I'm told that is a real antique. That piece come from the old Revere place, too. Mrs. Dolan says she heard it was used by the boy's grandmother. But I don't know what to charge." "I'll give you ten dollars for it," eagerly said Polly. "Ten dollars!" gasped the man, sinking back in his desk-chair. Mrs. Fabian tried to signal Polly, but the girl was too intent on securing the gem. Then Mrs. Fabian said to the man: "Dear me! The child has more money than brains, eh?" and laughed heartily. "I ain't so sure about that. She certainly knows a good thing," returned Mr. Van Styne. Then he said to Polly: "Will you carry it right along with you, if I sell it for ten?" "Of course!" declared she, and the sale was made. "I guess we'd better be going, Polly," suggested Mrs. Fabian, now. This told the girl that the deal over the pictures had been consummated, but she did not ask questions then. Mrs. Fabian went back to gather up her four precious pictures, and had the other girls help her carry them away. Then they bid the good old man good-by and started off. "Come again, when you have more time to poke around," said he, as he stood on the doorstep watching them walk towards the car which was waiting a short distance down the street. "We certainly will, and if you get anything really antique in the place at any time, drop me word, or telephone to the address I left on your desk, just now," said Mrs. Fabian. Once the hunters were safely on the way to New York, the girls importuned Mrs. Fabian to tell them the story of the pictures, but she laughingly remarked: "Do you know, we forgot all about our luncheon! Poor Carl must be famished!"