He was a pictur' of a man, when he got his store clothes on, and nobody had ever had a word to say against him.

He was no talker, but some thought that was no drawback in the married state.

Abby remembered how Sister Lizzie's young husband had tormented her with foolish questions during the week he bad spent with them at the time of the marriage: a spruce young clerk from a city store, not knowing one end of a hoe from the other, and asking questions all the time, and not remembering anything you told him long enough for it to get inside his head; though there was room enough inside for consid'able many ideas, Abby thought.

Yes, certainly, if so be one had to be portioned with a husband, the one that said least would be the least vexation in the end.

So she was content, on the whole, and glad that Marie took it all so quietly and sensibly, and made no doubt the girl was turning it over in her mind, and making ready a real pretty answer for Jacques when he called the next day.
Yes, Marie was turning it over in her mind, but not just in the way her good hostess supposed.