"Say, what you got there?"
"Aren't they pretty? I picked them just now. They're so gay and cheerful."
"Very." But his tone had none of the enthusiasm with which he usually greeted her efforts to beautify the house.
"A few flowers make the shack look more bright and cozy."
He took in the room with a glance that approved of everything.
"You've made it a real home, Nora. Mrs. Sharp never stops talking of how you've done it. She was saying only the other day it was because you was a lady. It does make a difference, I guess, although I didn't use to think so."
Nora gave him a smile full of indulgence.
"I'm glad you haven't found me quite a hopeless failure."
"I guess I've never been so comfortable in all my life. It's what I always said: once English girls do take to the life, they make a better job of it than anybody."
"What's the man come over from Prentice for?" asked Nora. They were approaching a subject she always avoided.