And then the books, and--and--you." Julia stumbled a little, she was not accustomed to make speeches of this sort.
"You flatterer!" burst out Andrew.

"But no, you must have your own house." Mrs.Anderson, on her part, had concluded to make the best of it.

Julia already married and the mistress of the Anderson river farm was quite a different thing from Julia under her thumb.

She was to be conciliated.
Besides, Mrs.Anderson did not want Julia's prosperity to be a lifelong source of humiliation to her.

She must take some stock in it at the start.
"Jule," she said, as her daughter re-entered the door, "I can let you have two feather-beds and four pillows, and a good stock of linen and blankets.