"Yes?" said Courtney, absently.
"Well, it's a good match. They're both comfortably shallow. They're fond of the same kind of harmless pretenses. They look well together.... I hope they'll stay on with us—at least until the first baby comes."
She shivered, rose abruptly. "Supper must certainly be ready," said she.
"Then," pursued Dick, intent upon his train of thought, "they might get the Donaldson place. The Donaldsons want to sell."
She smiled ironically. "I suppose you've spoken to Donaldson about it."
"Not yet. But next time I see him, I'll give him a hint. He might sell to some one else."
Basil now came in. "Sell what?" he asked, to join in the conversation.
"Oh, nothing," answered Dick. "Courtney and I were discussing the Donaldson place. Donaldson wants to sell, and we thought we might get neighbors we didn't like."
"Richard suggested," said Courtney, in her most innocent manner, "that you might buy it."
Dick looked alarmed. Basil, with his eyes on Courtney, promptly said: "Maybe I will. It's second only to this place. And I shall always live here."