"Oh, the chair! I had forgotten that you had asked.
Your little daughter drove everything else out of my
head. Let me have a closer look." He swung it
round to get a nearer view.

"The legs--that is, three of them--are Chippendale.
The back is a nondescript of something--I cannot tell.
Perhaps from some colonial remnant."

"Vot's it vorth?"

"Nothing, except to sit upon."

Otto laughed--a gurgling, chuckling laugh, his pudgy
nose wrinkling like a rabbit's.

"Ain't dot funny!" and he rubbed his fat hands.
"Dot's true. Yes, I make it myselluf--and five oders,
vich vas sold out of a lot of olt furniture. I got two
German men down-stairs puttin' in new legs and new
backs; dey can do anyting. Nobody but you find
dot out. I guess you know 'bout dot china--I must
look into dot. Maybe some mens on Fifth Avenue buy
dot china--dey never come in here because dey tink
dey find only olt furniture. And now about dot
dressing-case. Don't you sell it. I find somebody pay
more as I can give, and you pay me for my trouble.
I lend you tventy--yes, I lend tventy-five dollars on
it. Vill dot be enough?"