human
Could I keep hens in Detroit? she asked.
gpt
I can always make them pay.
human
Hens--in three rooms, Nancy?
gpt
And no yard?
human
No yard.
gpt
Oh, well, I've had yards and hens for thirty-five years. Doing without them will be a change. I can take in sewing.
human
No, you can't, Nancy. I need your backbone and wits and pluck and ingenuity, but if I can't ask you to sit with your hands folded for the rest of your life, as I'd like to, you shan't use them for other people. You're marrying me to make a man of me, but I'm not marrying you to make you a drudge.
gpt
Oh, Justin, Justin! she whispered.
human
There's something wrong somewhere, but we'll find it out together, you and I, and make it right. You're not like a failure. You don't even _look_ poor, Justin; there isn't a man in Edgewood to compare with you, or I should be washing his dishes and darning his stockings this minute. And I am not a pauper! There'll be the rent of my little house and a carload of my furniture, so you can put the three-room idea out of your mind, and your firm will offer you a larger salary when you tell them you have a wife to take care of. Oh, I see it all, and it is as easy and bright and happy as can be!