"I suppose she wouldn't believe the evidences of her senses if she saw them. They're finished except a few last touches."
"Not really, Jean!"
"Infected, Mary! 'Not reahlly!'"
"Score! But, Jean, you don't mean they're all ready for tenants? I hope they're not in yet."
"They will be in another week."
Dr. Mary bounced out of her chair. "Let's go out and see them."
"What? Now?"
"Yes, now. It won't take long. Gregory can call a taxi while I get on my clothes. You don't know how I've come to love those things, Jean. Whenever that cumbersome machine of 'British thoroughness' lumbered over me I used to say,
"There's a land that is fairer than day,
Where things get done right away."