"I'm SO glad," and her face was radiant.

"Yes, I should know that from your looks. It's clearer every day that I got
the best of our bargain. I never dreamed, though, that I should enjoy your
society as I do--that we should become such very good friends. That wasn't in
the bargain, was it?"

"Bargain!" The spirited way with which she echoed the word, as if thereby
repudiating anything like a sordid side to their mutual relations, was not
lost on her wondering and admiring partner. She checked herself suddenly.
"Now let me teach YOU how to make butter," and with the tray in her lap, she
began washing the golden product and pressing out the milk.

He laughed in a confused delighted way at her piquant, half saucy manner as he
watched her deft round arm and shapely hand.

"The farmers' wives in Oakville would say your hands were too little to do
much."

"They would?" and she raised her blue eyes indignantly to his. "No matter, you
are the one to say about that."

"I say they do too much. I shall have to get Jane to help you."

"By all means! Then you'll have more society."

"That was a home shot. You know how I dote on everybody's absence, even
Jane's."

"You dote on butter. See how firm and yellow it's getting. You wouldn't