She regarded with awe and slight understanding the accomplishments of his virile, restless, on-pushing intellect.

She did not know how to enjoy the prosperity that had come to them.

It was a neat and cleanly home, but, as of old, Deborah was doing most of the work herself.

She would not have had it otherwise.
"Ben thinks we ortn't to be doin' nothin' but settin' eroun' in silk dresses an' readin' books an' gabbin' with comp'ny," she said.

"Men don't know how hard tis to git help that cleans good an' cooks decent.
Everybody feels so kind o' big an' inderpendent they won't stan' it to be found fault with." Her daughter, Mrs.Bache, and the latter's children were there.
Suddenly confronted by the problem of a strange lad coming into the house to live with them, they were a bit dismayed.