Chapter Fifteen


One day Bert told Nancy that a man named Rogers had been in the
office, and had been telling him about a place called Marlborough
Gardens. Usually Bert's firm did not touch anything small enough
to interest him as a home, but in this case the whole development
was involved, and the obliging Mr. Rogers chanced to mention to
Bert that he had some bargains down there at the Gardens.

"There's nothing in it for him, you understand?" said Bert to his
wife, "But he's an awfully decent fellow, and he got interested. I
told him about what we'd been doing, and he roared. He says that
we're to come down Sunday, and see what he's got, and if we don't
like it he can at any rate give us some dope about the rest of the
places."

"And where is it, Bert?"

"It's down on the Sound side of Long Island, thirty-seven minutes
out of town, right on the water."

"Oh, Bert, it sounds wonderful?"

"He says that it's the most amazing thing that ever has been put
on the market. He says that Morgan and Rockefeller both have put