Bert
had been hanging pictures, and was dirty and tired, but they got
quite hysterical with merriment over their feast. The "new boy,"
as they called the baby, presently was brought in, and had his own
meal, before the old-fashioned coal fire. Nancy sat dreaming over
the small curved form.
"We'll think this is very funny, some day!" she said, dauntlessly.
Bert merely looked at her. But after a while he tried to tell her
what he thought about it, and so made their third New Year
memorable to her forever.
She settled down quickly, in the new quarters; some visionary,
romancing phase of Nancy's character and Nancy's roses disappeared
for a time. She baked and boiled, sewed on buttons, bandaged
fingers, rose gallantly to the days' demands. She learned the
economical value of soups and salads, and schooled herself, at
least every other day, to leave the boys for an hour or two with
Elite, and walk out for a little bracing solitude. Bert watched
her in admiring amazement. His wife was a wonder!
Sometimes, on a cold afternoon, she walked down to meet Bert, and
they went together to dinner. Their talk was practical now, of
suits and rubber overshoes and milk bills.
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