"I'm comfortable," she said.
"Never been comfortable before?"
She gave him the clear depths of her eyes. "Not often."
He went away, driving the cow before him, and Lily stood looking after him.
"He's wonderful," she said. "He comes along and takes hold of things and begins to teach me my own business."
"So you're pleased with him?" Helen said demurely.
"Yes," the other answered with twitching lips, "he's doing very well." Her laughter faded, and she said softly, "I wonder if they often happen—marriages like ours."
"Tell me about it."
"Nothing to tell. It's just as if it's always been, and every minute it seems fresh."
"No," Helen said consideringly, "I shouldn't think it often happens. I've come for a pound of butter, please."