A rough
calculation showed me that every time you opened your eyes in the morning
you would see fifty-seven humming-birds-all made in the same
pattern-eating fifty-seven ditto dragon-flies. The captain said it was
cheerful."
"I have no doubt that my uncle's selection would have satisfied me," said
Miss Drewitt, coldly.
"The curtains he fancied were red, with small yellow tigers crouching all
over them," pursued Mr. Tredgold. "The captain seemed fond of animals."
"I think that you were rather--venturesome," said the girl. "Suppose
that I had not liked the things you selected?"
Mr. Tredgold deliberated. "I felt sure that you would like them," he
said, at last. "It was a hard struggle not to keep some of the things
for myself. I've had my eye on those two Chippendale chairs for years.
They belonged to an old woman in Mint Street, but she always refused to
part with them. I shouldn't have got them, only one of them let her down
the other day."
"Let her down?" repeated Miss Drewitt, sharply. "Do you mean one of the
chairs in my bedroom?"
Mr. Tredgold nodded. "Gave her rather a nasty fall," he said.
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