She said: 'You'll have great fun--we lived in our
garage while the house was being built, and it was quite the
happiest summer we ever had down here!'" Nancy had squared herself
on the arm of his chair so that Bert could see her bright eyes in
the dark. "It was just like Mary, to put it that way," she went
on. "For of course even Holly Court was never as large as the
Ingrams' garage, and all those brick arches and things join it to
the house anyway, but it made me think how much wiser it is to do
things your own way, instead of some other people's way! And,
Bert, we're going to have such fun! We'll keep the car, and you
can run it on Sundays, and perhaps I will a little, during the
week, and at night or when it rains we can cover it with a
tarpaulin, and we'll have picnics with the children all summer
long! And I'll make you 'chicken Nancy' again, and popovers, on
Sunday mornings! I love to cook. I love to tell stories to
children. I love to pack mashy suppers and get all dirty and hot
dragging them to the beach, and I love to stuff my own
Thanksgiving turkey, in my own way! We haven't had a real
Thanksgiving turkey for four or five years! We'll have no rent--
Agnes gets thirty--light will be almost nothing, and coal about a
tenth of what it was--Bert, we'll spend about two hundred a month,
all told!"
"I don't say yet that you ought to try it," Bert said suddenly, in
his old, excited, earnest way.
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