For one reason, she had lived long enough to notice that no matter how involved things may look, Time has an astonishing faculty of straightening them out.

And for another reason, having two worries to think about, each one tended to take her mind off the other.
Whenever she started thinking about the accountant's report, she presently found herself wondering how Helen proposed to square it up with Wally.
"Oh, well," she thought again, realizing the futility of trying to read the future, "let's hope everything will come out right in the end....

It always has, so far...." Archey came in toward noon, and Mary went with him to inspect a colony of bungalows which she was having built on the heights by the side of the lake.
Another thing that she had lived long enough to notice was the different effect which different people had upon her.

Although she preserved, or tried to preserve, the same tranquil air of interest toward them all--a tranquillity and interest which generally required no effort--some of the people she met in the day's work subconsciously aroused a feeling of antagonism in her, some secretly amused her, some irritated her, some made her feel under a strain, and some even had the queer, vampirish effect of leaving her washed out and listless--psychological puzzles which she had never been able to solve.

But with Archey she always felt restful and contented, smiling at him and talking to him without exertion or repression and--using one of those old-fashioned phrases which are often the last word in description--always "feeling at home" with him, and never as though he had to be thought of as company.
They climbed the hill together and began inspecting the bungalows.
"I wouldn't mind living in one of these myself," said Archey.