"Very well," says MacGregor. "I'll stop in town to-night."
"Oh, Torchy!" says Vee, after he's gone. "Do—do you suppose he will—really? "
"You're still for it, eh?" says I. "Sure, now?"
"Oh, it would be almost too good to be true," says she. "That could be made just the dearest place!"
"Yes," says I; "but my job is to talk MacGregor into lettin' it go cheap, or else we can't afford to touch it."
Well, I can't claim it was all my smooth work that did the trick, for MacGregor had bought the place at a bargain first off, and now he was anxious to unload. Still, he hadn't been born north of Glasgow for nothing. But the figures Mr. Robert said would be about right I managed to shade by twenty per cent., and my lump invoice of that old mahogany of ours maybe was a bit generous. Anyway, when I goes home that night I tosses Vee a long envelop.
"What's this?" says she.
"That's your chicken permit," says I. "All aboard for Lilac Lodge! Gee! I wonder should I grow whiskers, livin' out there?"