"I didn't get any new furniture," John said. "I thought I'd let you do that."
Rose turned and put her arms about his neck.
"You dear old daddy, what can I do for you, you're so good to me?"
"There now, don't mind, I'm paid for it now. I just want you to enjoy it, that's all, and if any feller comes around and you like him, why, you can bring him right here. It's big enough now, and I'm ready to let the farm any time."
Rose saw his purpose to the uttermost line. He had built this to keep her at home. How little he knew her now, to think that she could marry and bring her husband home to this place!
She kissed him and then they passed into all the rooms.
"Come here—I've got something to show you," he said mysteriously. "I just determined to have it, no matter what it cost." He pushed open a door at the head of the stairway, calling triumphantly:
"There—how's that?—a bathroom!"
For an instant she felt like laughing. Then she looked at his kind and simple face and she broke down again and cried.
John understood now that this was only her way of being glad, so he just patted her shoulder and got her a chair, and waited for her to dry her eyes.