"And it's ours?—a whole automobile?"
"That's what they say—and it's a three-thousand-dollar car."
"Oh, Herbert!" When Jessica was pleased she clapped her hands; she clapped them now—or rather she clapped the eggs—and in the resulting disaster even the automobile was for a moment forgetten [Transcriber's note: forgotten?]. But for only a moment.
"And to think how we 've wanted an automobile!" she cried, when the impromptu omelet in her lap had been banished into oblivion. "The rides we 'll have—and we won't be pigs! We 'll take our friends!"
"Indeed we will," agreed Herbert.
"And our trips and vacations, and even down town—why, we won't need any carfare. We 'll save money, Herbert, lots of money!"
"Er.—well, an auto costs something to run, you know," ventured Herbert.
"Gasoline, 'course!—but what's a little gasoline? I fancy we can afford that when we get the whole car for nothing!"
"Well, I should say!" chuckled the man.
"Where is it now?"