"There's a ballroom, as you see," said I, trying in vain to guide her eye to it. "Then, on the same floor, you see a large dining-room, a fair-size music-room, and a very fine salon."
"Well," she returned musingly, "as we don't know a soul in town as yet, I suppose it will hold all our friends for a while, but when we get in——"
"The new house will be done by the time you get in," I declared with considerable emphasis.
"Certainly," said she pleasantly, not comprehending the hidden meaning. "Tell me, is that old Mrs. Plumstone's house next door?"
"On the right," I replied. "The Hegerton Hummings are across the way, and the Jack Twitters have the French château on the corner."
"But some common people called Gallegher are on the other side," said she.
"My dear Mrs. Radigan," I argued, "some of the smartest people in town live on that block."
"But the Galleghers might call," she ventured after a moment of hesitation.
"Do not worry," was my retort. "This is not Kansas City. New Yorkers never call on their neighbors."