- ment; but Miss June, for all that she was the master's
niece and had been one term at the Blackhampton High School, and was therefore a person of social weight, had been careful so far not to assert her status. And so his heart was open to her; besides this present keen interest in his labours was most encouraging.
"I'm coming up to look at it again, if I may," whispered June, as she followed him out of the room.
"Please, please do," he said, delightedly.
As she climbed the steep stairs, William in the seventh heaven, followed close upon her heels. What a pleasure to expound the merits of such a work to one so sympathetic! As for June, her quick mind was at work. Even before the coming of Foxy Face she had guessed, or some instinct had told her, that this picture was no ordinary one, and now that she had overheard that gentleman's recent talk with Uncle Si she had been given furiously to think. To understand all its implications needed far more knowledge of a deep, not to say "tricky," subject than she possessed, but one fact was clear: her opinion as to the picture's value was fully confirmed. Here was a treasure whose real worth even William himself might not be able to guess.
Now was the moment, June shrewdly saw, for prompt and decisive action. Uncle Si had set his heart upon this rare thing; but if flesh and blood was equal to the task, she must take immediate steps to baulk him. Alas, she knew only too well that it was likely to prove an immensely difficult matter.
June stood in front of the easel, and set her head to one side quite in the manner of an expert.
"It seems to grow finer and finer," she said, in a soft voice.
