"I suppose I'd want to shoot him," he said, with attempted
lightness. "But I mustn't be an old pig. I'd build you a beautiful
house close by--just over yonder."
"No, no! That would be like--" she began impulsively; then checked
herself. George Amberson's comparison of the Georgian house to the
Amberson Mansion had come into her mind, and she thought that another
new house, built close by for her, would be like the house the Major
built for Isabel.
"Like what?"
"Nothing." She looked serious, and when he reverted to his idea of
"some day" grudgingly surrendering her up to a suitor, she invented a
legend. "Did you ever hear the Indian name for that little grove of
beech trees on the other side of the house?" she asked him.
"No--and you never did either!" he laughed.
"Don't be so sure! I read a great deal more than I used to--getting
ready for my bookish days when I'll have to do something solid in the
evenings and won't be asked to dance any more, even by the very
youngest boys who think it's a sporting event to dance with the oldest
of the 'older girls'.
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