He says that people aren't going to live in miserable little flats when they can get a whole house with some grass in front and plenty of backyard behind.

He sticks it out that apartment houses will never do in a town of this type, and when I pointed out to him that a dozen or so of 'em already are doing, he claimed it was just the novelty, and that they'd all be empty as soon as people got used to 'em.
So he's putting up these houses." "Is he getting miserly in his old age ?" "Hardly! Look what he gave Sydney and Amelia!" "I don't mean he's a miser, of course," said George.

"Heaven knows he's liberal enough with mother and me; but why on earth didn't he sell something or other rather than do a thing like this ?" "As a matter of fact," Amberson returned coolly, "I believe he has sold something or other, from time to time." "Well, in heaven's name," George cried, "what did he do it for ?" "To get money," his uncle mildly replied.

"That's my deduction." "I suppose you're joking--or trying to!" "That's the best way to look at it," Amberson said amiably.

"Take the whole thing as a joke--and in the meantime, if you haven't had your breakfast--" "I haven't!" "Then if I were you I'd go in and gets some.