There are two in the next block below here, and there are a dozen in the half-mile below that.

My relatives, the Sharons, have sold their house and are building in the country--at least, they call it 'the country.' It will be city in two or three years." "Good gracious!" the Major exclaimed, affecting 'dismay.

"So your little shops are going to ruin all your old friends, Eugene!" "Unless my old friends take warning in time, or abolish smoke and get a new kind of city government.

I should say the best chance is to take Warning." "Well, well!" the Major laughed.

"You have enough faith in miracles, Eugene--granting that trolleys and bicycles and automobiles are miracles.