"It is a very beautiful country." She rose to her slender, graceful height and surveyed her work: "A pretty country, a pretty house and garden," she said steadily. "After all, you know, that is the main thing in this world."
"What?"
"Why, an agreeable environment; isn't it?"
She turned smilingly, walked to the bench and seated herself.
"Your environment promises to be a little lonely at times," he ventured.
"Oh, yes. But I rather like it, when it's not over-populated. There will be a great deal for me to do in my garden—teaching young plants self-control."
"Gardens freeze up, Shiela."
"Yes, that is true."
"But you'll have good shooting—"
"I will never again draw trigger on any living thing!"