"The likes of you would; and so do David; and when they come, you’ll want for me to look after some young things beside puppies," said Rhoda. She smiled, but did not laugh. There was a saying at Warren House that none had ever heard her laugh. "As to that," answered her sister-in-law, boldly, "you talk like an old maid a’ready, and you but a few and twenty. We’ll soon larn you different! When you see what ’tis to have a li’l home of your very own, and a man of your very own, I’m sure you’ll begin to find that marriage is good. Now come and look at my parlour and tell me if there’s not something there that you’d wish away." She lighted a candle and exhibited the glory of her best room to Rhoda’s gaze. "’Tis everything it should be, and you’ve arranged it beautiful, I’m sure," declared Rhoda; "and the presents do look better far than they did afore. This here, that me and Sophia bought for you"--she indicated a little looking-glass in an ornate gold frame--"why, it’s ever so much finer than ever I thought it in the shop at Tavistock where we bought it; and father’s sideboard do look splendid." "You must see the pictures by daylight," said Madge. "They be proper painted pictures that David picked up in a sale. He got the four for seven shillings, and the auctioneer said the frames were worth the money." Rhoda admired very heartily and again congratulated Margaret on her skill and taste. "What should I wish away?" she asked. "I can’t sec nothing that isn’t just where it should be, I’m sure." "Look round again." But the other, after a further scrutiny, only shook her head. "Why, those two handkerchiefs in the glass frames hanging each side of your lovely looking-glass. There’s poor Bartley’s purple and yellow and David’s blue and white spots. Now surely, surely, Rhoda, it ban’t a seemly thing to hang ’em up there to remind everybody of that horrid fight? And besides, as ’tis only of a Sunday the parlour’s likely to be used, that makes it worse, for who wants to think of such a business on the seventh day, of all days?" Rhoda was looking at the colours, but showed only interest. "They come out very nice," she said, "and of course they ought to be here. If I was you, I should be prouder of them two things and the great, valiant battle they stand for, than anything else belonging to David. And if you’d been there, Madge, as I was, and had seen David, despite all that he went through, come out top and smash in t’other man’s face with his last strength afore he went blind--if you’d seen it, you wouldn’t wish the colours away. ’Twas I hitched ’em off the post when everybody else had forgot ’em." "There’s the other man to think of, however."