"Better decide to take it, Mr. Bradley," the agent, whoever he
was, would urge seriously, "We're selling these places awfully
fast, and when they're gone you won't find anything else like
them. It's only because this chap that's been holding this
property suddenly--"

"Yes, I know, you told me about his dropping dead," Bert would
hastily remind him. "Well--I'll see. I'll let you know. Come on,
kids!"

And the Bradley family would walk away, not too hastily, but
without looking back.

"I don't know--but it was so like all the others," Nancy would
complain, "It was so utterly commonplace! Now there, Bert, right
in the village street, with the trees, is a lovely place, marked
'For Sale.' Do let's just pass it!"

"Darling girl, you couldn't touch that for twenty thousand. Right
there by the track, too!"

"But it looks so homelike!"

"That old barn in the back looks sort of odd to me; they've got a
sort of livery stable there in the back, Nance, you couldn't stand
that!"

"No." Nancy's tone and manner would droop, she would go slowly by,
discouraged and tired until another week end.