He was never ashamed in the least of his home, nor was Miriam of hers, because both were what they should be, and warm.

And then he was proud of the table; the china was pretty, the cloth was fine.

It did not matter that the spoons were not silver nor the knives ivory-handled; everything looked nice.

Mrs.Morel had managed wonderfully while her children were growing up, so that nothing was out of place.
Miriam talked books a little.

That was her unfailing topic.