He had glimpses of the maternal depths of his wife's heart, which, while not understanding, he acquiesced in; but there was something else which baffled him.
But now for Sylvia came a time of contentment, apparently beyond anything which had ever come into her life.

She fairly revelled in her possession of Rose, and the girl in her turn seemed to reciprocate.

Although the life in East Westland was utterly at variance with the life she had known, she settled down in it, of course with sundry hitches of adjustment.

For instance, she could not rid herself at first of the conviction that she must have, as she had always had, a maid.
"I don't know how to go to work," she said to Sylvia one day.

"Of course I must have a maid, but I wonder if I had better advertise or write some of my friends.