"
"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. "I thought perhaps I'd go after dinner
this evening."
At this his mother laughed, not astonished. "It was only my feeble
joke about 'to-morrow,' Georgie! I was pretty sure you couldn't wait
that long. Did Lucy write you about the factory?"
"No. What factory?"
"The automobile shops. They had rather a dubious time at first, I'm
afraid, and some of Eugene's experiments turned out badly, but this
spring they've finished eight automobiles and sold them all, and
they've got twelve more almost finished, and they're sold already!
Eugene's so gay over it!"
"What do his old sewing-machines look like? Like that first one he
had when they came here?"
"No, indeed! These have rubber tires blown up with air--pneumatic!
And they aren't so high; they're very easy to get into, and the
engine's in front--Eugene thinks that's a great improvement.
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