As they drove through the beech woods he put his arm tenderly around the shy, smiling little woman beside him and said, "You'll never be sorry for this, my dear."
And she never was.
Miss Sally's Letter[ToC]
Miss Sally peered sharply at Willard Stanley, first through her gold-rimmed glasses and then over them. Willard continued to look very innocent. Joyce got up abruptly and went out of the room.
"So you have bought that queer little house with the absurd name?" said Miss Sally.
"You surely don't call Eden an absurd name," protested Willard.
"I do—for a house. Particularly such a house as that. Eden! There are no Edens on earth. And what are you going to do with it?"
"Live in it."