But the pretty things piling in from the shops, and the gay anticipations, soon crowded such questioning out of her mind.

Swiftly this household was growing more real, the rooms familiar, intimate; the day's routine with its small events were becoming parts of her life.

Her own room was familiar now, for by many touches she'd made it her own.

And the dining-room and the living room, where she grew acquainted with Joe, these too assumed an intimate air.

Most of all, her sister's room grew more and more vivid in her thoughts, though this was still far from familiar, It held too much, it meant too much.
"Shall I ever live with a man like that ?" The way they looked at each other at times! The way they seemed keeping watch on each other.