There was a couch in one corner, a cottage piano in another, and a writing-table near the window.
"The old master bought those things for his bride," said Granny Grimshaw.

"They are just as good as new yet, and Master Jeff has had the piano put in order for you.

I expect you know how to play the piano, my dear ?" Doris went forward into the room.

The tears were not far from her eyes.
"He is too good to me.

He is much too good," she said.
"Ah, my dear, and you'll be good to him too, won't you ?" said Granny Grimshaw coaxingly.
"I'll do my best," said Doris quietly.
She went down to Jeff in the stable-yard a little later with a heart brimming with gratitude, but that strange, new shyness was with her also.