"I can make you happy," said he to the back of her head, across the bush. "You shall have a piano in a year or two—farmers' wives are getting to have pianos now—and I'll practice up the flute right well to play with you in the evenings." "Yes; I should like that." "And have one of those little ten-pound gigs for market—and nice flowers, and birds—cocks and hens I mean, because they can be useful," continued Gabriel, feeling balanced between poetry and practicality. "I should like it very much." "And a frame for cucumbers—like a gentleman and lady." "Yes." "And when the wedding was over, we'd have it put in the newspaper lists of marriages." "Dearly I should like that!"