"Absolutely true," I answered, kissing her mouth.
"And to think you never told me about Chitty. He's marvellous. Where did you get him?"
"He's one of my finds," I answered. "I met this big chap one day on the street—looking for work. An ex-soldier with a good many years in India to his credit. I liked his face and the way he stood up to my questions. I offered him a job, and now I don't think he could be driven away. My father pays him, but when I am home, he regards himself as my exclusive property."
"We'll take him to the cottage with us, Ted. I won't have you without Chitty."
"I'd put on a dinner gown, Helen," I said, as I saw her getting out one of her afternoon dresses from a trunk.
"Just to dine at home with the family, Ted?"
"My mother is rather fussy about dinner. It is the one ceremony she believes in. And besides, I want Helen to look her beautifullest tonight."
I helped her unpack a bit, for she began to exclaim over the condition of her dresses as she took them out.
"You might as well leave them," I objected. "Sims will see to them."
I made her put on all her finery, including the few pieces of simple jewelry that had been among her wedding presents. The total effect was most satisfactory to my eyes. She seemed more beautiful every time I looked at her.