This certainly is a jolly
little kennel--you can fix it up in splendid shape--rugs and mahogany
and what-nots and ding-dongs--and a couple of tabby cats and a good
dog--"
"Isn't it fascinating!" cried Boots. "Phil, all this real estate is
mine! And the idea makes me silly-headed. I've been sitting on this pile
of rugs pretending that I'm in the midst of vast and expensive
improvements and alterations; and estimating the cost of them has
frightened me half to death. I tell you I never had such fun, Phil. Come
on; we'll start at the cellar--there is some coal and wood and some
wonderful cobwebs down there--and then we'll take in the back yard; I
mean to have no end of a garden out there, and real clothes-dryers and
some wistaria and sparrows--just like real back yards. I want to hear
cats make harrowing music on my own back fence; I want to see a tidy
laundress pinning up intimate and indescribable garments on my own
clothes-lines; I want to have maddening trouble with plumbers and
roofers; I want to--"
"Come on, then, for Heaven's sake!" said Selwyn, laughing; and the two
men, arm in arm, began a minute tour of the house.
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