"Beautifully! You were a dear to get them," said Mrs. Carew, quite
mollified.

Welcomed openly by all four maids, Barry was soon contentedly busy
with screws and molding-board, in a corner of the sunny kitchen. He
and Mrs. Binney immediately entered upon a spirited discussion of
equal suffrage, to the intense amusement of the others, who kept him
supplied with sandwiches, cake and various other dainties. The
little piece of work was presently finished to the entire
satisfaction of everyone, and Barry had pocketed his tools, and was
ready to go, when Mrs. Carew returned to the kitchen wide-eyed with
news.

"Barry," said she, closing the door behind her, "George is here!"

"Well, George has a right here," said Barry, as the lady cast a
cautious glance over her shoulder.

"But listen," his cousin said excitedly; "he thinks he has sold the
Holly house!"

"Gee whiz!" said Barry simply.

"To a Mrs. Burgoyne," rushed on Mrs. Carew. "She's out there with
George on the porch now; a widow, with two children, and she looks
so sweet. She knows the Hollys. Oh, Barry, if she only takes it;
such a dandy commission for George! He's terribly excited himself. I
can tell by the calm, bored way she's talking about it."