“My love! It is distinctly great. How does it work?”
“Touch the button in the kitchen once, and the elevator boy will move her up. Touch twice and he will let her down again. You see, dear, I found it was not convenient to live in two houses at the same time, so I bought the old horse-car elevator and put a house in the car.”
“But, my love—the colonial villa and the cheap three-story frame house.”
“Oh! That’s all right. The front is early colonial, the back is recent American, as befits the two landings on the elevator.”
“How perfectly lovely. When I don’t want to be at home to the people on the Heights I live below, and when I’m tired of the lumber yard people I’ll live at the top.”
“Yes. And when we don’t want to see anybody, we can stop her half way. Come. Let’s have lunch while she slides down.”
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