I have a great many of his pictures." He looked admiringly at the cow for a while, and added: "I gave him four pounds ten for this one." Paul could not forbear saying, though his tone betrayed no irony: "A good price." "I think so," replied Mr.Finn.

"That's what he asked.

I could never haggle with an artist.

His work is of the spirit, isn't it ?" And Paul marvelled at the childlike simplicity of the man, the son of the Sicilian woman who went about with a barrel-organ, who, starting in the race on a level with Barney Bill, had made a fortune in the exploitation of fried fish.

To disturb his faith in the genius of Saunders were a crime--as base a crime as proving to a child the non-existence of fairies.