"Well, what's wrong? Ever said anything much out of the way to you? Ever heard me say anything to any other fellow?"
"Why, no...." I was obliged to acknowledge.
"Then why the row? It's all easy as an old shoe. She likes it."
"I know. But—talking with a woman ... It isn't quite like...."
"Don't make any mistake. Just have the big things right, and they'll overlook lots of the little ones."
"H'm," I said doubtfully. "I supposed it was just the other way. Lay a lot of stress on certain little things, and larger shortcomings won't bother them. Bring her a bunch of flowers to-day, and she'll help you deed away the house and lot to-morrow."
"Fudge!" said Johnny. "I mean the really big things. There's only two. Ground to stand on and air to breathe."
"A platform under her feet and an atmosphere about her. Well, she's got me to stand on and to surround her. She understands it. She likes it. Nothing else matters much."
"Ah!" said I.