She wondered if it appealed to Anne in that way.

She judged from the expression of her sister-in-law's face that it did not appeal to her in any way at all.
"Poor dear," said she, "he's still worrying about those blessed bulbs of mine--of yours, I mean." "Don't, Edie.

As if I wanted to take your bulbs away from you.

I'm not jealous." "No more am I," said Edie.

"Let's say both our bulbs.