Alpha Book

"Isn't it a corker! Isn't it fine!" repeated Lansing every few minutes.
"I wouldn't exchange it for any mansion on Fifth Avenue!"
"You'd be a fool to," agreed Selwyn gravely.
"Certainly I would. Anyway, prices are going up like rockets in this
section--not that I'd think of selling out at any price--but it's
comfortable to know it. Why, a real-estate man told me--Hello! What was
that? Something fell somewhere!"
"A section of the bath-room ceiling, I think," said Selwyn; "we mustn't
step too heavily on the floors at first, you know."
"Oh, I'm going to have the entire thing done over--room by room--when I
can afford it. Meanwhile _j'y suis, j'y reste_. . . . Look there, Phil!
That's to be your room."
"Thanks, old fellow--not now."
"Why, yes! I expected you'd have your room here, Phil--"
"It's very good of you, Boots, but I can't do it."
Lansing faced him: "_Won't_ you?"
Selwyn, smiling, shook his head; and the other knew it was final.
"Well, the room will be there--furnished the way you and I like it.


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