Королі та капуста
Masters of arts
It’sasight-draftonyourpresidentmanfortwentythousanddollars—yes,sir—twentythousandthistime,andnospoilingthepicture.Noethicsofartintheway.Art!Youwithyoursmellylittletubes!I’vegotyouskinnedtodeathwithakodak.Takealookatthat."
Whitetookthepictureinhishand,andgavealongwhistle.
"Jove!"heexclaimed,"butwouldn’tthatstiruparowintownifyouletitbeseen.Howintheworlddidyougetit,Billy?"
"Youknowthathighwallaroundthepresidentman’sbackgarden?Iwasuptheretryingtogetabird’s-eyeofthetown.Ihappenedtonoticeachinkinthewallwhereastoneandalotofplasterhadslidout.ThinksI,I’lltakeapeepthroughtoseehowMr.President’scabbagesaregrowing.ThefirstthingIsawwashimandthisSirEnglishmansittingatalittletableabouttwentyfeetaway.Theyhadthetableallspreadoverwithdocuments,andtheywerehobnobbingoverthemasthickastwopirates.’Twasanicecornerofthegarden,allprivateandshadywithpalmsandorangetrees,andtheyhadapailofchampagnesetbyhandyinthegrass.IknewthenwasthetimeformetomakemybighitinArt.SoIraisedthemachineuptothecrack,andpressedthebutton.JustasIdidsothemoldboysshookhandsonthedeal—youseetheytookthatwayinthepicture."
Keoghputonhiscoatandhat.
"Whatareyougoingtodowithit?"askedWhite.
"Me,"saidKeoghinahurttone,"why,I’mgoingtotieapinkribbontoitandhangitonthewhat-not,ofcourse.
