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"Right you are, Mr. Thornton," said S. Gedge Antiques brisk and businesslike. "If you can tell me when your friend is likely to call, I'll be here to meet him."
"Shall we say to-morrow morning at ten?" come, I'll telephone."
"Very well, Mr. Gedge. And if my friend can't come, I'll telephone."
Foxy Face was bowed out of the shop with a politeness that fairly astonished June. She could hardly believe that this mirror of courtesy was Uncle Si. In fact, it was as if the old man had had a change of heart. With the light step of a boy, he took back the picture to the attic, while June, thinking hard, retired to the back premises to cook two middling-sized potatoes for dinner.
