She drew a long breath and the light ran back into her face, flooding it.
“Oh—!” She threw out her hands. “I don’t want it!—I just wanted to be sure I could want it—if I wanted to!”
“I know.” He looked down at her with quiet understanding.
“So it is the lot?” he said.
“Of course it is the lot! Go and eat your dinner, silly boy!”
IV
They were not likely to forget the night they decided to buy the lot next door. It seemed the beginning of married life together. To be sure, they had been married nearly a year and they had bought and furnished the house; they had even bought a strip of land on the other side of the house that had come into the market soon after they were married—while they still had a little money to spare.
But in all their purchases before, there had been an element that marked them off by themselves. This new purchase was something different—something entered into from choice, and with a free heart.