"Now this club belongs to the place," Mr. Rogers said, "You're
buying here--and I don't mind telling you, Mr. Bradley, that I
want you to buy here," he broke off to admit persuasively--
"because you and your wife are the sort of people we need here.
You won't find anything anywhere that is backed by the same
interest, you won't. However, about the club. Your buying here
makes you a member of this club----"
"Oh, is that SO!" Nancy exclaimed, in delighted surprise.
"Oh, yes," said the agent. "The dues are merely nominal--for the
upkeep of the place."
"Of course!" said the Bradleys.
"Your dues entitle you to all the privileges of the club--I
believe the bathhouses are a little extra, but everything else is
yours. You can bring a friend here to tea, give a card party here-
-there are dances and dinners all winter long."
"Mother, are we coming here to live?" asked Junior, over his
chocolate.
"I don't know," Nancy answered, feeling that she could cry with
nervousness. She hardly tasted her tea, she hardly saw the men and
women that drifted to and fro. Her heart was choking her with hope
and fear, and she knew that Bert was nervous, too.
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