But I daresay Dick will find me a room." "Aubrey is not a good man," repeated Helen firmly.
"Dear, we are none of us good." "_You_ are, Ronnie--in the sense I mean, or I should not have married you." "Oh, then, yes _please_!" said Ronnie.

"I am very, very good!" He laughed up at her, but Helen's face was grave.

Then a sudden thought brightened it.
"If you really go to Leipzig, Ronnie, could you look in at Zimmermann's--a first-rate place for musical instruments of all kinds--and choose me a small organ for the new church?
I saw a little beauty the other day at Huntingford; a perfect tone, twelve stops, and quite easy to play.

They had had it sent over from Leipzig.

It cost only twenty-four pounds.