"Gracious goodness me! God bless my body and my soul!" June would not have been at all surprised had the old slave-driver "thrown a fit."
"William is very clever," she said undaunted.
"Niece, hold your tongue." The words came through clenched teeth. "And understand, once for all, that I'll have no more carryings-on. If you don't look out, you'll find your box in the street."
Having put June out of action, the old man turned his attention to William. But with him he walked more delicately. There must be no more Van Rooning, but the ukase was given in a tone so oily that June just had to smile.
In spite of his own edict, however, it was clear that Van Roon continued much in the mind of William's master. The next day, Sunday, instead of taking the air of the west central postal district, his custom as a rule, when the forenoon was fine, he spent most of the morning with the young man in the studio. June felt this boded so ill that she went about her household chores in a fever of anxiety. She was sure that Uncle Si had fully made up his mind to have the picture; he meant, also, to have it at his own price. However, she had fully made up hers that this tragedy simply must not occur.
