"Maybe I can get used to everything all blue, when it ain't blue, after awhile.

I know you have been around more than I have, and you ought to know." So the gold-and-white ware which had belonged to Sylvia's mother decked the breakfast-table and the willow ware did duty for the rest of the time.

"I think it is very much better that you have no maid," Rose said.

"I simply would not trust a maid to care for china like this." Rose took care of her room now, and very daintily.

"She'll be real capable after awhile," Sylvia told Henry.
"I didn't know as she'd be contented to stay at all, we live so different from the way she's been used to," said Henry.
"It's the way her mother was brought up, and the way she lived, and what's in the blood will work out," said Sylvia.