“All plastered walls and ceilings all over the house,” Mr. Harris said. “The house is a steal at three thousand.” Cannily, he stopped talking to give this hint a chance to do its work.
I could sense what was going on in their minds. Edith was thinking of her sister Ada, out of work and wanting to come to the city to look for a job. A conflict there,—
Fred was thinking of the double garage. It would be nice to have two cars. He was wondering a little about the lowness of the price for the house, but not too much.
The mangy old cat was dreaming of the return of days when he would get a regular morning saucer of milk and have a soft chair to curl up in.
Mr. Harris was feeling sorry for Fred and Edith. “Business is business,” he kept repeating in his mind to drown out the urge that made hi
