`` Oh , you must n't hold spite because of it , dear ; And you will give me Joyce , wo n't you ? Because if you do n't , I really will shut up Eden forever . '' Miss Sally looked wistfully around her . Through the open door on her left she saw the little living room with its quaint , comfortable furniture , its dainty pictures and adornments . Through the front door she saw the trim , velvet-swarded little lawn . Upstairs were two white rooms that only wanted a woman 's living presence to make them jewels . And the kitchen on which she had expended so much thought and ingenuity -- the kitchen furnished to the last detail , even to the kindling in the range and the match Willard had laid ready to light it ! It gave Miss Sally a pang to think of that altar fire never being lighted . It was really the thought of the kitchen that finished Miss Sally . `` You 've tricked me , '' she said again reproachfully . `` You 've tricked me into loving this house so much that I can not bear the thought of it never living . You 'll have to have Joyce , I suppose . And I believe I 'm glad that it is n't a stranger who is to be the mistress of Eden . Joyce wo n't hanker after pink rugs and lace curtains . And her taste in china is the same as mine . In one way it 's a great relief to my mind . But it 's a fearful risk -- a fearful risk . To think that you may make my dear child miserable ! '' `` You know you do n't think that I will , Miss Sally . I 'm not really such a bad fellow , now , am I ? ''
`` You are a man -- and I have no confidence whatever in men , '' declared Miss Sally , wiping some very real tears from her eyes XXXXX a very unreal sort of handkerchief -- one of the cobwebby affairs of lace her daintiness demanded .
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