"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!"