The Daughters of the Little Grey HouseTaggart, Marion Ames
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The Daughters of the Little Grey House
Taggart, Marion Ames
Families -- Juvenile fiction
"Ah!" observed this curious person with the Graeco-Hibernian name,
"Now there is a side-board for which I am prepared to make a liberal
offer, and for all the pewter which surmounts it. Also for that corner
cupboard, and the blue and white china which it contains. Also for that
cloverleaf side table. And here are chairs for which I will make a
lump offer sufficient to replace them with moderns quite as good from
the point of view of any but a collector. This is your sitting-room,
I perceive," continued the invader, pushing on. "Just as I expected!
For those high book-cases I am prepared to give as much as a hundred
dollars apiece. That card-table, that work-table, that claw legged
great sofa--all these things I will take, and give you more than any
other dealer in New York. Doubtless you have antique bureaux, chairs,
tables, all sorts of antique stuff in your bedrooms. I will just run
them over hastily and make a rough inventory, and we will write you,
we will write you, offering for everything, calculating each piece
individually, but offering in the lump. I assure you we shall give you
a good sum--it will mount above a thousand dollars, I fancy, judging
from my rapid survey, and I am considered as good a judge of antiques
as there is in the city. It is not impossible that you have a tester
bed? An old high poster? I will take that at two hundred, if it is
in good condition. It is remarkable to find a collection so complete
so near New York; I consider myself lucky that no other dealer has
superseded me. Now, if you please, the bedrooms."
He turned towards the hall with the same cheerful confidence and rapid
movement that he had evinced since, rescued from Ben Bolt, whose
intelligence the Greys were rating higher with every word, he had bent
his attention upon the errand which had brought him to the little grey
house.
But as he started in that direction Mrs. Grey recovered from the
stunned state of mind into which the suddenness and rapidity of Mr.
Dennis' invasion had thrown her. She uttered the one word: "Stop!"
with such force that it arrested the invader. He wheeled suddenly,
presenting to the Greys a face of such amazement that Rob burst out
laughing, although her cheeks were reddened with anger.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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