CHAPTER IX
INTRODUCING A REVOLUTIONIZING VEHICLE
"Howard," said Honora that evening, "I've been going through houses to-day."
"Houses!" he exclaimed, looking up from his newspaper.
"And I've been most fortunate," she continued. "I found one that Mrs. Farnham built—she is now Mrs. Rindge. It is just finished, and so attractive. If I'd looked until doomsday I couldn't have done any better."
"But great Scott!" he ejaculated, "what put the notion of a town house into your head?"
"Isn't it high time to be thinking of the winter?" she asked. "It's nearly the end of September."
He was inarticulate for a few moments, in an evident desperate attempt to rally his forces to meet such an unforeseen attack.
"Who said anything about going to town?" he inquired.
"Now, Howard, don't be foolish," she replied. "Surely you didn't expect to stay in Quicksands all winter?"