Ingrams' garage, and all those brick arches and things join it to
the house anyway, but it made me think how much wiser it is to do
things your own way, instead of some other people's way! And,
Bert, we're going to have such fun! We'll keep the car, and you
can run it on Sundays, and perhaps I will a little, during the
week, and at night or when it rains we can cover it with a
tarpaulin, and we'll have picnics with the children all summer
long! And I'll make you 'chicken Nancy' again, and popovers, on
Sunday mornings! I love to cook. I love to tell stories to
children. I love to pack mashy suppers and get all dirty and hot
dragging them to the beach, and I love to stuff my own
Thanksgiving turkey, in my own way! We haven't had a real
Thanksgiving turkey for four or five years! We'll have no rent--
Agnes gets thirty--light will be almost nothing, and coal about a
tenth of what it was--Bert, we'll spend about two hundred a month,
all told!"

"I don't say yet that you ought to try it," Bert said suddenly, in
his old, excited, earnest way. "But of course that would--well, it
would just about make me. I could plunge into the other thing, I
wouldn't have this place on my mind!"

"There are some bills, you know, Bert."

"The extra thousand will take care of those!"

"So that we start in with a clean slate. Oh, Bert!" Nancy's voice
was as exultant as a child's. "Bert--my fur coat, and your coat!
I've just remembered they're in storage! Isn't that luck!"