ONE:The idea prospered in Reuben's thoughts that night. The next morning he was full of it, and confided it to his mother and Naomi.
TWO:Naomi spent a peaceful and happy convalescence. Everything combined for her blessedness. The soft April days scattered their scent and sunshine on her bed, where she lay with her baby, full of drowsy hopes. Even Boarzell's firs had a mellowness about them, as if her motherhood had sweetened not only herself and those about her, but the grim face of nature militant."Durn! if he ?un't getting shut of her!"
She smiled with that same bitter compassion, and stroked his head with her feeble hand."No, Margaret, I have sworn!" and no persuasion could induce him to alter his purpose."Why ask you?" replied the taller figure, in a deep commanding voice."Wot d'you want to go buying Boarzell fur?" asked Mrs. Backfield in a bewildered voice; "the farm's pr?aper as it iswe d?an't want it no bigger.""Yesleastways four of 'em do. Two havehave left home."She gently rattled the door-handle. There was no denying itthe house was locked up. It must be later than she thoughtthat walk on the Rother levels must have been longer than it had seemed to her thirsty love. A thrill of fear went through her. She hoped Reuben would not be angry. She was his dutiful wife.
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