I'll get a car!"

"Well, honestly, I think we ought to have a car," Nancy said
seriously, after a flashing look of delight, "It isn't an
extravagance at all, Bert, if you really figure it out. The man
does errands for you, saves you I don't know how much cab fare,
takes care of the place, and Mary Ingram's man has a garbage
incinerator--and saves that expense! Then, it's one of the things
you truly ought to have, down here. You have friends down
Saturday, you play golf, you play bridge after dinner--well and
good. Sunday morning we swim, and come home to lunch, and then
what? You can't ask other friends in to lunch and then propose
that they take us in their cars down the island somewhere? And yet
that's what they do; and I assure you it embarrasses me, over and
over again."

"Oh, we'll have to have a car--I'm glad you see it," said Bert.

The Buller deal being duly completed, they got their car. The
picturesque garage was no longer useless. A silent, wizened little
Frenchman and his wife took possession of the big room over the
kitchen, Pierre to manage the garden and the car, Pauline to cook-
-she was a marvellous cook. Nancy kept Agnes, and got a little
maid besides, who was to make herself generally useful in dining
room and bedrooms.

The new arrangement worked like a charm. There was no woman in the
Gardens who did not envy the Bradleys their cook, and Nancy felt
the possession of Pauline a real feather in her cap. Pauline
exulted in emergencies, and Nancy and Bert experienced a fearful