"And it's so quiet to lie like this in a comfortable clean bed, with everything in its place and nothing upset in the room.

And a bright bit of fire in the grate--and a tidy, swept-up hearth--and the baby breathing so soft in his flannels." She was a pretty thing and quite unfit to take care of herself even if she had had no children.

Dowie knew that she was not beset by sentimental views of life and that all she wanted was a warm and comfortable corner to settle down into.

Some masculine creature would be sure to begin to want her very soon.

It was only to be hoped that youth and flightiness would not descend upon her--though three children might be supposed to form a barrier.