Of course they could. She had seen really
possible places, in inaccessible neighbourhoods, which rented far
more reasonably. She had seen quite sunny and clean flats for as
little as fourteen and sixteen dollars a month. Her housekeeping
abilities awakened to the demand. What did she and Bert care about
neighbourhoods and the casual dictates of fashion? They were a
world in themselves, and they needed no other company.
"Everyone said that we'd never get this far," Bert reminded her
hearteningly. She was immediately reassured, and fell to
enthusiastic planning for Christmas.
Chapter Six
It was their first Christmas, and they spent it alone together.
Bert and Nancy knew that they would not spend another Christmas
alone, and the shadowy hope for April lent a new tone even to
their gayety, and deepened the exquisite happiness of the dark,
snowbound day. The tiny house was full of laughter, for Bert had
given his wife all the little things she had from time to time
whimsically desired. The fancy cheeses, and the perfumes and
soaps, made her laugh and laugh as she unwrapped them. There were
fuzzy wash-cloths--a particular fancy of hers--and new library
paste and new hair-pins, and a can-opener that made her exclaim:
"Bert, that was cute of you!" and even an alligator pear.
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