“How came it there?”
“Honest toil, I hope,” he returned cheerfully.
Her inventory was completed with a smile. “You are quite as carefully turned out as ever,” she commented.
“Habit.”
“Oh, no! Not habit alone. Character. And you stand as straight and square as you used.”
A curious expression came into the weary eyes. “Straighter,” he said. “That’s your doing, Marcia.”
“How mine?”
“It’s rather complicated and long. I don’t know that you’d understand.”
“Make me understand.”
“Give me time. This has been—well, startling. I think I’m a little dazzled and—and dizzy.”