"My! but wasn't you in luck to pick up a husband like Mr. Paxton?" she said, over and over.
"Yes, I was," Jane would admit.
"When I think of you, settin' alone, night after night in that white room, which never was cheerful to my thinkin', and now bein' the mistress of this grand, swell place; it's like one of them fairy-book stories."
"It is strange, isn't it, Mrs. Biggs?"
"There's nobody gladder fer you than me. Billy and me has had a grand time out here this summer."
"You've made it so comfortable for us, and we've enjoyed having you."
"Are you goin' to stay a long time in that hospital where you're going?"
"No, only a week or so."
"What is that thing you're going to have?"
"Twilight Sleep."