"That would be rather nice, John. In a dear little house with a pretty garden, and no labour-saving appliances."
"I don't think you will want to live in a little house when you get to England. I thought, perhaps, we might find some very delightful old-fashioned country house, in a beautiful part of the country, with a few thousand acres of land, good shooting, and a model home farm, which I could tackle myself."
"Do you know anything about farming?"
"Not much; but I should rather like to try it."
"Isn't it rather dangerous? Mightn't you make a lot of money over it?"
"I think I could escape the danger. How would you like an old red-brick house, with a moat, and beautiful carving and plastering and all that sort of thing inside? I know of one near where I was born that we might be able to get."
"Is it in a village, with nice people in it?"
"It is near a charming village, which would belong to us. There aren't any other big houses very near."
"Would the other people call on us, and be friendly?"
"Oh, yes. There are a lot of good houses all about. The neighbours would all call on us."