"It would be a good name to give to one of those yellow cats," Portia observed.
"It would be a good name to give to a house, too," her father said.
"Yes, it would," Mrs. Blake agreed. "Oh, it would, Paul, wouldn't it? It suits it; now, anyway, with the late sun on it like this ... and later, in September, when the maples are pure yellow....
"And later still on winter nights with all the windows lighted...."
"Winter nights! We'll never see it on winter nights," said Portia sadly.
"Perhaps you will...."
"Oh, tell them, Paul, do tell them! I can't keep the secret one more minute!"
"What secret?" Portia demanded, already joyfully suspecting.
"What secret, Daddy?" cried Foster, jumping. Gulliver barked.
"How would you like to live here all year round?" asked their father.