So we five dined together, and after dinner discussed the Trescott crisis. Bill put the case, with all a veteran dealer’s logic, in its financial aspects.
“But we don’t want to be rich,” said Josie.
“What’ve we ben actin’ all these years like we have for, then?” inquired Bill. “Seem’s if I’d been lab’rin’ under a mistake f’r some time past. When your ma an’ me was a-roughin’ it out there in the old log-house, an’ she a-lookin’ out at the Feb’uary stars through the holes in the roof, a-holdin’ you, a little baby in bed, we reckoned we was a-doin’ of it to sort o’ better ourselves in a property way. Wouldn’t you ’a’thought so, Jim?”
“Well,” said Mr. Elkins, with an air of judicial perpension, “if you had asked me about it, I should have said that, if you wanted to stay poor, you could have held your own better by staying in Pleasant Valley Township as a renter. This was no place to come to if you wanted to conserve your poverty.”
“But, pa, we’re not adapted to town life and towns,” urged Josie. “I’m not, and you are not, and as for mamma, she’ll never be contented. Oh, Mr. Elkins, why did you come out here, making us all fortunes which we haven’t earned, and upsetting everything?”
“Now, don’t blame me, Josie,” Jim protested. “You ought to consider the fallacy of the post hoc, propter hoc argument. But to return to the point under discussion. If you could stay there, a rural Amaryllis, sporting in Arcadian shades, having seen you doing it once or twice, I couldn’t argue against it, it’s so charmingly becoming.”
“If that were all the argument—” began Josie.
“It’s the most important one—to my mind,” said Jim, resuming the discussion, “and you fail on that point; for you can’t live in that way long. If you don’t sell, the Development Company will condemn grounds for railway tracks and switch-yards; you’ll find your fields and meadows all shot to pieces; and your house will be surrounded by warehouses, elevators, and factories. Your larks and bobolinks will be scared off by engines and smokestacks, and your flowers spoiled with soot. Don’t parley with fate, but cash in and put your winnings in some safe investment.”
“Once I thought I couldn’t stay on the old farm a day longer; but I feel otherwise now! What business has this ‘progress’ of yours to interfere?”
“It pushes you out of the nest,” answered Jim. “It gives you the chance of your lives. You can come out into Lynhurst Park Addition, and build your house near the Barslow and Elkins dwellings. We’ve got about everything there—city water, gas, electric light, sewers, steam heat from the traction plant, beautiful view, lots on an established grade—”