"And—oh! Gardens! Gardens—gardens!"
He held up his hand.
"Wait—you go too darn fast!"
"I'm sorry! Maybe I have gone too fast!" I answered, as I settled back in my chair and my face reddened uncomfortably. "Maybe I have gone too fast!"
"You have! You confuse me—talking the way you do and looking the way you do! By rights I ought to make you write the story out yourself—but you don't look as if you could spell 'Unprecedented good fortune in the annals of Oldburgh's industrial career,' to-night!"
"I'm sure I couldn't," I admitted readily. "Please don't ask me to."
"Well—go on with your narrative. What else?"
"Acres and acres! Acres and acres!" I impressed upon him. "That's what I've always wanted! I love acres so much better than neighbors—don't you?"
He paused in his writing.
"Of course the Macdermott Realty Company did the stunt?" he asked, scratching his head with his pencil tip and leaving a little black mark along the field of redness. "We mustn't forget to mention each individual member of the firm.—And then—?"