“Everything’s wonderful,” said Brent, with a glimmer of blue between half-closed eyelids.
“Here’s where we began, over that hole in the ground. Just because you happened to catch me playing with a spade. And now—a year afterwards—these!”
“Like a live bit of ribbon, isn’t it!”
“And a few weeks later we shall be eating lettuces!”
“Méchant!” she said. “Be serious. How do you like Anatole’s idea?”
“It’s an inspiration.”
“Very well, we will have supper early, and then we will sit down and make plans. Oh, I didn’t tell you, Marie is giving me six pullets.”
“So we shall sit down and make plans for the pullets.”
“Be serious! No, we must arrange the rooms and the furniture, and see how much money we can afford.”
“Oh, that’s it? Well, look here, I put my money into the business or I go on strike.”