"I remember," said Dolly, "she told me one time, she knew she would not 'have her head' so much, if she were once married to you."
"She would not have approved my old house, either," said Sandie contentedly, letting Dolly go that he might put up the fire, which had tumbled down, after the fashion of wood fires.
"She might have liked it," Dolly answered.
"You do?"
"Oh, very much! Aunt Hal and I think it is charming. And it is full of lovely things."
"Wants a new carpet, I should say," said Sandie, eyeing the threadbare one under his feet, which Mrs. Eberstein had objected to.
"There!" said Dolly. "Aunt Hal said you would never know what was on the floor. I told her she was mistaken."
"What gave her such a poor opinion of my eyesight?"
"Oh, nothing, it was not of your eyesight, I don't know, unless she thinks that is the way with men in general. Uncle Ned had brought me a present of a beautiful new carpet for this room, and Aunt Harry wanted me to have it put down; but I wouldn't until I knew whether you would like it."
"Whether I would like it!" Sandie repeated, rather opening his eyes. "I should think the question was, whether you would like it. I like new carpets."