"If she'll stay I'll pay her anything!" The months went by.
Peace, order, comfort, cleanliness and economy reigned in the Porne household, and the lady of the house blossomed into richer beauty and happiness; her contentment marred only by a sense of flying time.
Miss Bell fulfilled her carefully specified engagement to the letter; rested her peaceful hour in the morning; walked and rode in the afternoon; familiarized herself with the length and breadth of the town; and visited continuously among the servants of the neighborhood, establishing a large and friendly acquaintance.

If she wore rubber gloves about the rough work, she paid for them herself; and she washed and ironed her simple and pretty costumes herself--with the result that they stayed pretty for surprising periods.
She wrote letters long and loving, to Ross daily; to her mother twice a week; and by the help of her sister's authority succeeded in maintaining a fairly competent servant in her deserted place.
"Father was bound he wouldn't," her sister wrote her; "but I stood right up to him, I can now I'm married!--and Gerald too--that he'd no right to take it out of mother even if he was mad with you.

He made a fuss about your paying for the girl--but that was only showing off--_he_ couldn't pay for her just now--that's certain.

And she does very well--a good strong girl, and quite devoted to mother." And then she scolded furiously about her sister's "working out." Diantha knew just how hard it was for her mother.

She had faced all sides of the question before deciding.
"Your mother misses you badly, of course," Ross wrote her.