"About what?"
"Shut up in a box, doing nothing--"
As the lovers drove away, Emily stood at the window looking after them.
There was one customer in the shop, but Miss Emily had a feeling that
he would keep himself amused until she was ready to wait on him. She
had intuitions about the people who came to buy, and this tall spare
man with the slight droop of his shoulders, his upstanding bush of gray
hair, his shell glasses on a black ribbon was, she was aware, having
the time of his life. No little boy could have spent more time over
the toys. He fingered them lovingly as he peered through his big horn
glasses.
He saw Miss Emily looking at him and smiling. "It was the white
elephant that brought me in. He was made in Germany?"
"Yes."
"It is not easy to get them any more?"
"No. You see I have a little card on him 'Not for sale.'"
He nodded. "I should like to buy him--"
She shook her head. "I have refused many offers."
"I can understand that. Yet, perhaps if I should tell you?"
There was a slight trace of foreign accent in his speech. She
stiffened. She felt that he was capable of calling her "Fraeulein.
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