We've got the children's future to think of. Mind, I'm not trying
to influence you, Bert," said Nancy, her eager tone changing
suddenly to a flat, repressed voice, "You are the best judge, of
course, and whatever you decide will be right. But I merely think
that this is the loveliest place I ever saw in my life, and
exactly what we've been hunting for--only far, far nicer!--and
that if we can't have it we'd simply better give up house-hunting,
because it's a mere waste of time, and resign ourselves to living
in that detestable city for ever and ever! Of course to go on as
we are going on, means no friends and no real home life for the
children, everyone admits that the city is NO PLACE FOR CHILDREN,
and another thing, we'll never find anything like this again! But
you do as you think best. Only I--that's what I feel, if you ask
me."
And having talked the colour into her cheeks, and the tears into
her eyes, Nancy turned her back upon her husband, and looked out
into the garden again.
Chapter Nineteen
That same week Bert brought home the deeds, and put them down on
the dinner table before her. Nancy usually started the meal
promptly at half past six, so that the children's first raging
appetites might be partly assuaged; bread was buttered, milk
poured, bibs tied, and all the excitement of commencing the meal
abated when Bert came in.
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