But why did you do it?
Was it because of that foolish speech of mine about knocking my brains out, the ceiling was so low ?' 'Not at all,' Harold replied.

'I had the idea in my head long before you wrote that to me, but could not quite see my way clear until last spring.

I have seen Nina's room and Maude's, and have heard that Ann Eliza Peterkin's was finer than the Queen's at Windsor, and I did not like to think of you in the cooped up place this was, with the slanting roof and low windows.

I am glad you like it.' And then, knowing that she would never let him rest until he had done so, he told her all the ways and means by which he had been able to accomplish it, except indeed, his own self-denials and sacrifices of pride, and even comfort.

But this she understood, and noticed again more carefully the shabby coat, and pants, and shoes, and the calloused hands, which lay upon his knees as he talked, and which she wished so much to take in hers and kiss and pity, for the hard work they had done for her.