“Wouldn’t it be nice if we had an auto, then I could step in, right in front of the house, and keep as clean as—”
The young man laughed.
“Wouldn’t you like an aëroplane better, Fan? I believe I would.”
“You could keep it in the barn; couldn’t you, Jim?”
“No,” derided Jim, “the barn isn’t what you’d call up-to-date. I require a hangar—or whatever you call ’em.”
The girl smothered a sigh.
“If we weren’t so poor—” she began.
“Well?”
“Oh—lots of things.... They say that Orr girl has heaps of money.”
“Who says so?” demanded her brother roughly.