I got a lot of work left in me yet, now I got somebody to work for." "So you fixed everything with your own hands." "Sure! I knew how you like the place to look, and--well, a man gets used to doing without help.

The kitchen's clean, too." Side by side the two moved from room to room, and, once the girl had regained control of herself, she maintained an admirable self-restraint.

She petted and she cooed over objects dear to her; she loved every inch of everything; she laughed and she exclaimed, and with her laughter sunshine suddenly broke into the musty, threadbare interior for the first time in four years.
"Bob's" room was saved for the last, and Old Tom stood back, glowing at her delight.

He could not refrain from showing her his blackened thumb-nail--the price of his carpentry--for he hoped she'd kiss it.

And she did.