Chapter 4

But she did not hear it. As she came into the attic, Rickey was standing by the dormer window. “Come here, Jinny,” he said, excitedly, “did you ever see anything like it? That last big car brought down a lot of New York dealers. One of the auctioneer’s men told me. It seems they’ve had their eyes on us for years, hoping we’d have to sell.” She went and stood beside him. Gazing down from the window she saw the garden as a picture which might have been painted in the blazing colors of some modern brush. There was the…