"You're sure it's thirty?" repeated the painter.

"Yes, sir, thirty," and she crept back and laid the
rule in O'Day's hand.

"Thank you, my dear young lady," bowed the old
gnome. "It is a pleasure to be served by one so obliging
and bright. And I am glad to tell you," he added,
turning to O'Day, "that it's a fit--an exact fit. I
thought I was about right. I carry things in my eye.
I bought a head once in Venice, about a foot square,
and in Spain three months afterward, on my way down
the hill leading from the Alhambra to the town, there
on a wall outside a bric-a-brac shop hung a frame which
I bought for ten francs, and when I got to Paris and
put them together, I'll be hanged if they didn't fit as
if they had been made for each other."

"And I know the shop!" broke out Felix, to Masie's
astonishment. "It's just before you get to the small
chapel on the left."

"By cracky, you're right! How long since you were
there?"

"Oh, some five years now."

"Picking up things to sell here, I suppose. Spain
used to be a great place for furniture and stuffs; I've