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 money into
it, on the quiet."
"Well, if they can risk their little all, we can take a chance!"
giggled Nancy.
"Of course that isn't generally known," Bert warned her, "but it just
goes to show you that it's a BIG THING. He was telling me about this
feller that had a gorgeous home just built there, and his wife's mother
gets ill, and they all move to California. He said I could look at it,
and that it would speak for itself."
"Did he say whether there were any trees?"
"He said this particular place had wonderful trees."
"And what's the price, Bee?"
Bert knew that this was his weak point.
"He didn't say, old girl."
Nancy looked rueful, her castle in the dust.
"Oh, BERT! It may be something awful!"
"No, it won't, for I'd just been telling him what we were looking at,
don't you see!"
"Oh, that so?" Nancy was relieved. "But it will be the first thing _I_
ask him," she predicted.