The thought crossed his mind, as he took his place at the table, that possibly coming late in life, after so many deprivations, good-fortune had disturbed temporarily the even balance of her good New England sense.
Then he looked about him with delight.

"I say, this is great!" he cried, boyishly.

There was something incurably boyish about Horace Allen, although he was long past thirty.

"By George, that Chippendale sideboard is a beauty," he said, gazing across at a fine old piece full of dull high lights across its graceful surfaces.
Sylvia colored with pleasure, but she had been brought up to disclaim her possessions to others than her own family.

"Mrs.Jim Jones has got a beautiful one she bought selling Calkin's soap," she said.