Bert saw that she was already moving in. He turned a rather anxious look from her to the agent.
Chapter Seventeen
Twenty-five thousand. It was out at last, falling like a stone on the Bradleys" hearts. Nancy could hardly keep the bitter tears from her eyes. Bert, more hardy, barked out a short laugh. "I"m a fool to let it go," said the agent frankly; "I"m all tied up with other things. But I have no hesitation in saying this; you buy it, put the garden in shape, sit tight for a few years, and I"ll turn it over for you for forty thousand, and throw in my commission!"
"Nix!" said Bert, honestly, "Nothing stirring! It"s too big a proposition for us, we couldn"t swing it. It may be all you say, but I"m raising a family; I can"t go into twenty-five-thousand-dollar deals--"
"I don"t see why--" began the agent, unruffled.
"I do!" Bert interrupted him, cheerfully.
"Now look here, Mr. Bradley," said Mr. Rogers, patiently. "Let"s get the real dope on this thing. You want a home. You don"t want a contract-made, cheaply constructed place in some community that your wife and children will outgrow before they"re five years older! Now, here you get a place that every year is going to improve. There isn"t so much of this Sound sh.o.r.e 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. If you can"t meet our terms, we"ll meet yours. You"ve got your nest-egg, whatever it is----"
"As a matter of fact, I"ve got ten thousand to start with," Bert said slowly. "But that"s all I have got, Rogers," he added firmly, "And I don"t propose----"
"You"ve GOT ten thousand?" asked the agent, with a kindly smile. And immediately his vehemence gave way to a sort of benign amus.e.m.e.nt. "Why, my dear boy," he said genially, "What"s the matter with you? There"s a mortgage of twelve thousand on that place now; you pay your ten, and 6 per cent, on the rest--that"s something a little more than sixty dollars a month--and then you clear off your loan, or not, as suits you! I don"t have to tell you that that"s good business. How much of the holdings of Pearsall and Pearsall are clear of mortgages! We carry "em on every inch of our land, right to the hilt too. If you"re getting the equivalent of 8 or 9 per cent, on your money, you should worry about the man that carries the loan. You"re paying 6 per cent, on somebody"s twelve thousand now, don"t forget that..."
Chapter Eighteen
An hour later they went to see Holly Court again. It was even lovelier than ever in the sweet spring twilight. Triangles of soft light lay upon its dusty, yet polished, floors. Bert said that the place certainly needed precious little furniture; Nancy added eagerly that one maid could do all the work. She drew a happy sketch of Bert and his friends, arriving hot and weary from the city, on summer afternoons, going down to the bay for a plunge, and coming back to find supper spread on the red-tiled porch. Bert liked the idea of winter fires, with snow and darkness outside and firelight and warmth within, and the Bradleys" friends driving up jolly and cold for an hour"s talk, and a cup of tea.
"What do you think, dear?" said Bert to his wife, very low, when the agent had considerately withdrawn for a few minutes, and they could confer. "Think!" repeated Nancy, in delicate reproach, "Why, I suppose there is only one thing to think, Bert!"
"You--you like it, then?" he asked, a little nervously. "Of course, it"s a corking place, and all that. And, as Rogers says, with what we have we could swing it easily. You see dear, I pay ten thousand, and take up twelve thousand more as a mortgage. Even then there"s three thousand--"
Nancy looked despair.
"But that could be covered by a second mortgage," he reminded her, quickly. "That"s a very ordinary thing. Everyone does that. Rogers will fix it up for me."
"Really, Bert?" she asked doubtfully.
"Oh, certainly! We do it every day, in the office. However, we"ve got to think this thing over seriously. It"s twice--in fact, it"s more than twice what we said. There"s the interest on the mortgage, and the cost of the move, and my commutation, and club dues. Then of course, living"s a little higher--there are no shops, just telephone service, the shops are in the village."
"But think of car fares--and how simply the children can dress," Nancy countered quickly. "And if they have all outdoors to play in, why, I could let Anna go, and just send out the laundry!"
"Well, we could think it over----" Bert began uncomfortably, but she cut him short. They had been standing beside one of the windows, and looking out at the soft twilight under the trees; now Nancy turned to her husband a pale, tense face, and rather bright eyes.
"Albert," said she, quickly and breathlessly, "if I could have a home like this I"d manage somehow! You"ve been saying we could have a nurse to help with the children--but I"d have one servant all my life--I"d do my own work! To have our friends down here--to have the children grow up in these surroundings--to have that club to go to--! We"re not building for this year, or next year, dear. 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 appet.i.tes might be partly a.s.suaged; bread was b.u.t.tered, milk poured, bibs tied, and all the excitement of commencing the meal abated when Bert came in. It was far from being the ideal arrangement, both parents admitted that, but like a great many other abridgements and changes in the domestic routine, it worked. The rule was that no one was to interrupt Dad until he had talked a little to Mother, and had his soup, and this worked well, too. It was while the soup-plates were going out that Bert usually lifted his daughter bodily into his arms, and paid some little attention to his sons.
But to-night he came rushing in like a boy, and the instant Nancy saw the cause of his excitement, she was up from her place, and as wild with pleasure as a girl. The deeds! The actual t.i.tle to Holly Court!
Then it was all right? It was all right! It was theirs. Nancy showed the stamped and ruled and folded paper to the children. Oh, she had been so much afraid that something would go wrong. She had been so worried.
Nothing else was talked of that night, or for many days and nights.
Bert said that they might as well move at once, no use paying rent when you owned a place, and he and Nancy entered into delightful calculations as to the placing of rugs and tables and chairs. The things might come out of storage now--wouldn"t the banjo clock and the pineapple bed look wonderful in Holly Court! The children rejoiced in the parental decision to go and see it again next Sunday, and take lunch this time, and be all by themselves, and really get to know the place.
Curiously, neither Nancy nor Bert could distinctly remember anything but its most obvious features, now. Just how the stairs came down into the pantry, and how the doors into the bedrooms opened, they were unable to remember. But it was perfection, they remembered that.
And on Sunday, as eager as the children, they went down to Marlborough Gardens again, to find it all lovelier and better than their memory of it. After that they went every Sunday until they moved, and Holly Court seemed to grow better and better. The school and county taxes were already paid, and the receipts given him, and there was no rent!
Husband and wife, eyeing the dignified disposition of the furniture, the white crib in the big dressing room next to their own, the boys"
narrow beds separated by strips of rug and neat little dressers, the spare room with the pineapple bed, and the blue scarfs lettered "Perugia--Perugia--Perugia"--looked into each other"s eyes and said that they had done well.
Chapter Twenty
The rest of that summer, and the fall, were like an exquisite dream.
All the Bradleys were well, and happier than their happiest dream.
Nancy took the children swimming daily on the quiet, deserted beach just above the club grounds; on Sat.u.r.days and Sundays they all went swimming. She made her own bed every morning, and the children"s beds, and she dusted the beautiful drawing room, and set the upper half of the Dutch door at a dozen angles, trying to decide which was the prettiest. She and Anne made a little ceremony of filling the vases with flowers, and the boys were obliged to keep the brick paths and the lawn clear of toys.
Nancy made a quiet boast in those days that they let the neighbours alone, and the neighbours let them alone. But she did meet one or two of the Marlborough Beach women, and liked them. And three times during the summer she and Bert asked city friends to visit them; times of pride and pleasure for the Bradleys. Their obvious prosperity, their handsome children, and the ideal home could not but send everyone away admiring. It was after the last of these visits that Bert told his wife that they ought to join the club.
"I don"t quite understand that--don"t we belong?" Nancy asked.