"I don't know! except that it is aunt Caxton again. You will find tablecloths and napkins—I can certify that—for I stumbled upon them; but I thought they had best not see the light till their owner came. So I locked them up—and here are the keys."
"And who put up all these nice shelves?"
"Your head carpenter."
"And have you been doing all this for me?" said Eleanor.
He laughed and took her in his arms again, looking at her with that mixture of expressions.
"I wish I could give you some of my content!" he said.
"I do not want it!" said Eleanor laughing.
"Is that declaration entirely generous?"
Eleanor had no mind, like a wise woman, to answer this question; but she was held under the inspection of an eye that she knew of old clear and keen beyond all others to untie the knot of anybody's meaning. She flushed up very much and tried to turn it off, for she saw he had a mind to have the answer.
"You do not want me to give account of every idle word after that fashion?" she said lightly.