“Jove!” Richard cried. “This is more important than grapes and apples!”
He did not specify what exactly was more important than grapes and apples, but she knew that he meant “Red Jacket” and its treasures made by generations of right living. Here were memories and traditions that could not be bought in the market, nor could they be moved about or transplanted. Deep family roots were here, and he knew that some of the fine flower of that family would fade and wither were it forced to seek other ground.
“Of course it is,” she replied in thorough understanding.
“And I’m more glad than ever that I bought up ‘Red Jacket’ for you. You couldn’t have walked out, woman, and left all this!”
He waved his hand about excitedly.
She caught only the latter part of his speech.
“I know I couldn’t,” she replied.
“Wasn’t it wonderful,” he turned to her, “that just at this moment in your life the Great Spirit should have sent me to you?”
“I believe He sent you,” she told him gravely.
Her low tone thrilled him. He bent over eagerly.