Won't it ?" "I should think it would indeed!" and she lifted her head with quite a proud gesture--"It will be a fortune!" "Of course," he went on, "the cottage is yours, and all that is in it.

I can't add much to that, because to my mind, it's just perfect.

I never want any sweeter, prettier little home.

But I want to work _for_ you, Mary, so that you'll not have to work for yourself, you understand ?" She nodded her head gravely.
"I understand! You want me to sit with my hands folded in my lap, doing nothing at all, and getting lazy and bad-tempered." "Now you know I don't!" he expostulated.
"Yes, you do, Angus! If you don't want me to work, you want me to be a perfectly useless and tiresome woman! Why, my dearest, now that you love me, I should like to work all the harder! If you think the cottage pretty, I shall try to make it even prettier.

And I don't want to give up all my lace-mending.