Family after family learned to prize the cleanliness and quiet, the odorlessness and flylessness of a home without a kitchen, and their questioning guests were converted by the excellent of the meals.
Critical women learned at last that a competent cook can really produce better food than an incompetent one; albeit without the sanctity of the home.
"Sanctity of your bootstraps!" protested one irascible gentleman.

"Such talk is all nonsense! I don't want _sacred_ meals--I want good ones--and I'm getting them, at last!" "We don't brag about 'home brewing' any more," said another, "or 'home tailoring,' or 'home shoemaking.' Why all this talk about 'home cooking' ?" What pleased the men most was not only the good food, but its clock-work regularity; and not only the reduced bills but the increased health and happiness of their wives.

Domestic bliss increased in Orchardina, and the doctors were more rigidly confined to the patronage of tourists.
Ross Warden did his best.

Under the merciless friendliness of Mr.
Thaddler he had been brought to see that Diantha had a right to do this if she would, and that he had no right to prevent her; but he did not like it any the better.
When she rolled away in her little car in the bright, sweet mornings, a light went out of the day for him.

He wanted her there, in the home--his home--his wife--even when he was not in it himself.