"Have you seen the dining-room?
How does it look ?" "I thought it beautiful, and I am sure you will like it," said Wilbur Edes in the chastened tone which he commonly used toward his wife.

He had learned long ago that facetiousness displeased her, and he lived only to please her, aside from his interest in his profession.

Poor Wilbur Edes thought his wife very wonderful, and watched with delight the hats doffed when she entered the hotel lift like a little beruffled yellow canary.

He wished those men could see her later, when the canary resemblance had altogether ceased, when she would look tall and slender and lithe in her clinging yellow gown with the great yellow stone gleaming in her corsage.
For some reason Margaret Edes held her husband's admiration with a more certain tenure because she could not be graceful when weighed down with finery.

The charm of her return to grace was a never-ending surprise.