I'll come when I can, and you come when you can, and so long's we have our pleasant little chat it don't matter a mite what roof's over us." Captain Jim took a great fancy to Gog and Magog, who were presiding over the destinies of the hearth in the little house with as much dignity and aplomb as they had done at Patty's Place.
"Aren't they the cutest little cusses ?" he would say delightedly; and he bade them greeting and farewell as gravely and invariably as he did his host and hostess.

Captain Jim was not going to offend household deities by any lack of reverence and ceremony.
"You've made this little house just about perfect," he told Anne.

"It never was so nice before.

Mistress Selwyn had your taste and she did wonders; but folks in those days didn't have the pretty little curtains and pictures and nicknacks you have.

As for Elizabeth, she lived in the past.