Mr. Chrome took Paul in his arms, and lifted him into it as if he was but a child.
Paul was on his way to Mr. Chrome's shop, to begin work for the day.
Mr. Chrome, who loved to hunt and fish, brought quails and pigeons.
Like the chrome molybdate it would be superfluous as a pigment.
Chrome listened placidly and without impatience of any kind.
But there was no dinner ...