There isn't so much of this Sound shore that is lying
around waiting to be bought. I can show you----"
"Nothing stirring, I tell you!" Bert repeated, "Don't hand me out
a lot of dope about it. I can see for myself what it is, I like
it, the Missus likes it, it's a dandy proposition--for a
millionaire. But I couldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole!"
Nancy's lip began to tremble. She was tired, and somehow--somehow
it all seemed such a waste, if they weren't to have it! She busied
herself untying Anne's napkin, and sent the three children on a
gingerly tour of inspection down to the beach.
"Now listen a moment!" Mr. Rogers said. And Nancy added gently,
almost tremulously:
"Do just LISTEN to him, Bert!"
"You pay rent, don't you?" began Mr. Rogers, "Sixty, you said?
That's seven hundred and twenty dollars a year, and you have
nothing to show for it! But you'd consider seventy-five or a
hundred cheap enough for a place like this wouldn't you?"
"I could go--a hundred, yes," Bert admitted, clearing his throat.
"You don't HAVE to go any hundred," the agent said, triumphantly.
"And besides that, isn't it to your advantage to live in your own
house, and have a home that you can be proud of, and pay
everything over your interest toward your mortgage? We have people
here who only paid two or three thousand down, we don't push you--
that isn't our idea.
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