The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1910-12-23

| rooms, lnCluuln8 the nursery on tho
top floor"
"Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed Dolly,
jumping lightly from the car. They
| stood In front of a pale gray cement
cottage with the long slanting roof Of
the Queen Anne type, and Dolly
thought she never had seen anything
so beautiful as the way in which the
delicate pink of the Dorothy Perkins
climbers lay against the house and
clambered over the windows. The
children could have place to play In
rainy days, for they surely would be
out of doors at all other times. Do
let me see It,"
| The man, II he marveled at the fact
that this lovely young woman was the
mother Of at least two children, did
not look 1t. He took every opportu-
nifty, unobserved, to drink in the beau
ty Of her face, and every minute that
he remained with her disclosed some
new and charming characteristic. Per-
| haps, he was thinking, 1t would be as
well for him If she could not find a
suitable cottage In this suburb.
What lovely living room!" Dolly
exclaimed as they stepped within the
great room. And what love of
fireplace! How hate flats!" she add
ed vehemently and then she turned to
look the man soharely in the eyes.
THAT very hatred of those coops
called homes in the city is what makes
| your business thrive, isn't it," she
asked, by way of explaining her impul.
sive outburst
The man nodded. eyes," he admit.
ted, that's it. It's good for our bust.
ness and bad-very bad-for the doc
tors" He was wondering what fur
Their dimples the young woman would
display. He had just caught sight of
another in her chin. He began to be-
lieve that her very soul must be
dimpled.
They began to ascend the broad low
stairs that rose from the living room
and crossed, Juliet-fashion, to the ex-
IRENE end Of the room before continu.
ing their upward way. I'm just crazy
about this sort of a staircase" Dolly
was saying. You can put the piano
beneath-right down there" she ex-
planned, leaning so far over the rail
ing that the man was fearful lest she
fall, "and when someone is singing
well, say love song-he can look up
in the most effective fashion if-for
instance-there Is girl standing
| here"
Dolly had almost forgotten that she
was on the dignified mission Of rent
ing cottage. She had dropped into
her habitual frivolous manner and the
cry turn.
"One-two," Dolly counted, looking
from the upper hall into the chambers
opening from it, "three-and a BATH"
and the nursery" the man added.
y"Oh. yes-for Dolly and John and
Muriel!"
"Three?" the man asked, mildly sur
prised.
Dolly nodded. "Yes-but Muriel is
only two months DID," ,
Il see," breathed the real estate
man. Your hands are full"
Dolly blushed. I'm SO glad you
don't object to children, as SO many
house owners do" she said. We've
had such time" she sighed as with
the weight Of the world on her pretty
shoulders.
After that they looked at various
cottages and at last returned to the
gray Queen Anne nesting among the
pink roses.
This" said Dolly, wisely. seems
to be the most nearly suited to our
needs. l shall have them come and
see 1t tomorrow" she said, pointedly,
and looking down at the tip of her
parasol."
She felt, rather than saw, the look
the man at her side gave her. They
were standing on the porch near q
rose vine.
"They?" he asked. II thought it was
for you. Mrs. Meadows"
Il am Miss Meadows, and it is for
my brother and Mrs. Meadows-aAd
their children and-myself, that 1 am
looking" she explained wickedly.
"And the card?" he asked.
Dolly laughed. II thought l might
get more attention II you believed
was married and looking in earnest
for cottage"
"In this case-if may say it," he
said. you might have had more at
tention under the reverse circum-
stances"
"But-I'll be here all summer" she
said. Then If we like 1t we'd like
an opportunity to buy-to build" she
added 1--WE would take the house
with that option"
Certainly"
But at the end of the summer 1t was
Dolly and the real estate man who
wanted to build home as nearly like
the Queen Anne as possible-even to
the Juliet stairway.
Those stairways are SO nice for
love songs" the real estate man ex.
planned as he stood, at the end of the
summer on the landing saying good
night to Dolly.