_her_ picture!"

He walked firmly back to the front of the store.

"I forgot at first," he said, brusquely, "that this picture belongs
to someone else."

The lady looked at him in astonishment. "I do not understand," she
said.

"There's nothing to understand," he fairly shouted, "except that it
belongs to someone else!"

She turned away, but came back to him. "I will give you fifty
dollars for it," she said, in her quiet way.

"Madame," he thundered at her, "you can stand there and offer me
five hundred dollars, and I'm here to tell you that this picture is
not for sale. Do you _hear_?"

"I certainly do," replied the lady, and walked from the store.

He was a long time in cooling off. "I tell you," he stormed to a
very blue Lake Michigan he was putting into a frame, "it's
hers--it's _hern_--and anybody that comes along here with any
nonsense is just going to hear from _me_!"

In the days which followed he often thought to go out and speak to
her, but perhaps the old man had a restraining sense of values. He
planned some day to go out and tell her the picture was hers, but