The house was low and
spreading, under great locust and elm trees, a shingled brown
house, with two red chimneys and cottage casements. Over one hedge
the Bradleys looked down at the pebbled beach that belonged to all
the residents of Marlborough Gardens.
"Lansing called this place 'Holly Court,'" said the agent, leading
them to the front porch door, to which he skillfully fitted a key,
"That big holly bush there gave it its name; the bush is probably
fifty years old. Step in, Mrs. Bradley!"
"But notice the lovely Dutch door first, Bert, "Nancy said
eagerly. "See, Anne! On a hot day you can have it half open and
half shut, isn't that cunning?"
"The house is full of charming touches," Mr. Rogers said, "And you
may always trust a woman's eye to find them, Mr. Bradley! Women
are natural home-makers. My wife'll often surprise me; 'Why,
you've not got half enough closets, Paul,' she'll say. There's one
open fire-place, Mrs. Bradley, in your reception hall. You see the
whole plan of the house is informal. You've got another fire-place
in the dining room, and one in the master bedroom upstairs. Here's
a room they used as a den--bookshelves, and so on, and then beyond
is another tiled porch--very convenient for breakfast, or tea.
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