"It is not the way we do," said Dolly. "In America, I mean. Not when we are polite."
"Do you think husband and wife ought to be polite to each other—in that way?"
"In what way?"
"That they should not call things by their right names?"
Here Dolly lifted her sweet head and laughed; a merry, ringing, musical, very much amused laugh.
"Ah, you see you are an Englishman," she said. "That is the way you will speak to your wife."
"I will never speak to you, Dolly, in any way you don't like."
"No" said Dolly gravely, and returning to her work.
"Aren't you ever going to give me a little bit of encouragement?" said he. "I have been waiting as patiently as I could. May I tell my mother who did the picture, when I send it?"
"Say it was done by a deserving young artist, in needy circumstances; but no names."