Curiously, neither Nancy nor Bert could distinctly remember
anything but its most obvious features, now. Just how the stairs
came down into the pantry, and how the doors into the bedrooms
opened, they were unable to remember. But it was perfection, they
remembered that.

And on Sunday, as eager as the children, they went down to
Marlborough Gardens again, to find it all lovelier and better than
their memory of it. After that they went every Sunday until they
moved, and Holly Court seemed to grow better and better. The
school and county taxes were already paid, and the receipts given
him, and there was no rent! Husband and wife, eyeing the dignified
disposition of the furniture, the white crib in the big dressing
room next to their own, the boys' narrow beds separated by strips
of rug and neat little dressers, the spare room with the pineapple
bed, and the blue scarfs lettered "Perugia--Perugia--Perugia"--
looked into each other's eyes and said that they had done well.




Chapter Twenty


The rest of that summer, and the fall, were like an exquisite
dream. All the Bradleys were well, and happier than their happiest
dream. Nancy took the children swimming daily on the quiet,
deserted beach just above the club grounds; on Saturdays and
Sundays they all went swimming. She made her own bed every