“Daddy, you’re like an auctioneer’s advertisement,” Norah protested. “Tell us what it is like—the house, I mean.”
“We’ll run down and see it soon,” said Mr. Linton. “Meanwhile, the lawyers tell me it’s a good house, Queen Anne style——”
“What’s that?” queried Jim.
“Oh, gables and things,” said Wally airily. “Go on, sir, please.”
“Standing in well-timbered park lands,” said Mr. Linton, fishing a paper out of his pocket, and reading from it. “Sorry, Norah, but I can’t remember all these thrills without the lawyers’ letter. Lounge hall, four reception rooms——”
“Who are you going to receive, Nor?”
“Be quiet,” said Norah, aiming a cushion at the offender. “Not you, if you’re not extra polite!”
“Be quiet, all of you, or I will discontinue this penny reading,” said Mr. Linton severely. “Billiard-room, thirteen bedrooms, three baths (h. and c.)——”
“Hydraulic and condensed,” murmured Wally. Jim sat upon him with silent firmness, and the reading was unchecked.
“Excellent domestic offices, modern drainage, central heating, electric plant, Company’s water——”