"Oh, yes," said the agent. "The dues are merely nominal--for the
upkeep of the place."

"Of course!" said the Bradleys.

"Your dues entitle you to all the privileges of the club--I
believe the bathhouses are a little extra, but everything else is
yours. You can bring a friend here to tea, give a card party here-
-there are dances and dinners all winter long."

"Mother, are we coming here to live?" asked Junior, over his
chocolate.

"I don't know," Nancy answered, feeling that she could cry with
nervousness. She hardly tasted her tea, she hardly saw the men and
women that drifted to and fro. Her heart was choking her with hope
and fear, and she knew that Bert was nervous, too.

At last Mr. Rogers returned to the subject of "Holly Court," he
wanted to know first what they thought of it. Oh, it was perfect,
said Nancy and Bert together. It was just what they wanted, only--

Good, the agent said. He went on to say that he would have bought
the house himself, but that his wife's father had an old home in
Flushing, and while the old gentleman lived, he wanted them there.
But he belonged to the Marlborough Gardens Club, and kept a boat
there. Now, he had been authorized to put a special price on this
place of Lansings, and he was going to tell them frankly why. They
knew as well as he did that a hundred foot square plot, and trees