Lucy is so capable; she keeps house exquisitely.

It's small, but oh, such a pretty little house!" "Well, that's fortunate," George said.

"One thing I've always felt they didn't know a great deal about is architecture." "Don't they ?" asked Isabel, surprised.

"Anyhow, their house is charming.
It's way out beyond the end of Amberson Boulevard; it's quite near that big white house with a gray-green roof somebody built out there a year or so ago.

There are any number of houses going up, out that way; and the trolley-line runs within a block of them now, on the next street, and the traction people are laying tracks more than three miles beyond.
I suppose you'll be driving out to see Lucy to-morrow." "I thought--" George hesitated.