want show, we don't want display--"

"Well, that's our idea!" Bert approved. And he rather vexed his
inconsistent wife by adding hardily, "Remember that my top figure
is ten thousand, Rogers, will you?"

"Now, you wait and see what I have to show you, and then we'll
talk turkey," the other man said goodnaturedly. Anne, sitting on
her mother's lap beside him, gave him a sudden smile at the word
she recognized.

He wheeled the car smoothly through the great gates of cement,
looped with iron chains, that shut off the village herd from the
sacred ground. Nancy gave Bert an ecstatic glance; this was
wonderful! The scattered homes were all beautiful, all different.
Some were actual mansions, with wide-spreading wings and half a
dozen chimneys, but some were small and homelike, etched with the
stretching fingers of new vines, and surrounded by park-like
gardens. Even about the empty plots hedges had been planted, and
underbrush raked away, and the effect was indescribably trim and
orderly, "like England," said Nancy, who had never seen England.

As they slowly circled about, they caught glimpses of tennis
courts, beyond the lawns and trees, glimpses of the blue water of
the bay, glimpses of white, curving driveways. Here a shining
motor-car stood purring, there men in white paused with arrested
rackets, to glance up at the strangers from their tennis. Nancy
looked at Bert and Bert at Nancy, and their eyes confessed that
never in all the months of hunting had they seen anything like
THIS!