She looked at him, with a touch of appeal in her pure humility.
"Shouldn't ter like it ?" he asked tenderly.

"'Appen not, it 'ud dirty thee." She had never been "thee'd" and "thou'd" before.
The next Christmas they were married, and for three months she was perfectly happy: for six months she was very happy.
He had signed the pledge, and wore the blue ribbon of a tee-totaller: he was nothing if not showy.

They lived, she thought, in his own house.
It was small, but convenient enough, and quite nicely furnished, with solid, worthy stuff that suited her honest soul.

The women, her neighbours, were rather foreign to her, and Morel's mother and sisters were apt to sneer at her ladylike ways.

But she could perfectly well live by herself, so long as she had her husband close.
Sometimes, when she herself wearied of love-talk, she tried to open her heart seriously to him.