A sturdy old woman was coming down the street with a great basket of assorted flowers; he took an immense pleasure in the sight of the old woman; the sight of the old woman thrilled him.

Why?
Well, there was no reason, except that she was vigorously alive, a part of the magnificent earth.
All life gave him joy; all life was beautiful to him.

He had his warm bath; the bath-room was not of the latest convenience, but Alice could have made a four-wheeler convenient.

As he passed to and fro on the first-floor he heard the calm, efficient activities below stairs.

She was busy in the mornings; her eyes would seem to say to him, "Now, between my uprising and lunch-time please don't depend on me for intellectual or moral support.