`` There was an excellent light for snapshots , '' she went on coolly . `` I went out with my kodak and was lucky enough to get a good negative . I have brought you up a proof . I thought you would be interested in it . '' She rose and placed the proof on the table before Mr. Cropper . The plum tree came out clearly . Bob and Alf Cropper were up among the boughs picking the plums . On the ground beneath them stood their father with a basket of fruit in his hand . Mr. Cropper looked at the proof and from it to Esther . His eyes had lost their unconcerned glitter , but his voice was defiant . `` The plums are mine by right , '' he said . `` Perhaps , '' said Esther calmly , `` but there are some who do not think so . Mrs. Charley , for instance -- she would like to see this proof , I think . '' `` Do n't show it to her , '' cried Mr. Cropper hastily . `` I tell you , Miss Maxwell , the plums are mine . But I am tired of fighting over them and I had decided before this that I 'd let her have them after this . It 's only a trifle , anyhow . And about that little matter we were discussing the other night , Miss Maxwell . I have been thinking it over , and I admit I was somewhat unreasonable . I 'll talk to Alfred and Robert and see what I can do . ''
`` Very well , '' said XXXXX quietly .
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