House and outbuildings and fencing had all been freshly whitewashed; over the porches flourished morning-glory and Madeira vines, and the little yard was bright with hollyhock and larkspur.

Jacqueline put her hand in her husband's.

Rand bent and kissed it with something in touch and manner formal and chivalrous.

"It is a poor house for you.

Very soon I shall build you a better." "I want no better," she answered.