But I haven’t told you all even yet.  I’ve saved something for a final thrill.  Wade had dormer windows built into the sleeping-rooms, a thing which so altered the appearance of the house that the neighbors stood aghast.  Some of the older ones shook their heads and wondered what old Colonel Selden Phelps would say if he could say anything.  And the spirit of progress and improvement reached even to the grounds.  Zenas Third toiled with spade and pruning-knife and bundles of shrubs and plants came from Boston and were set out with lavish prodigality.  In the matter of alterations to the house Eve was consulted on every possible occasion, while garden improvements were placed entirely in Miss Mullett’s capable hands.  That lady was in her element, and for a week or more one could not pass the cottage without spying Miss Mullett and Zenas Third hard at work somewhere about.  Miss Mullett wore a wide-brimmed straw hat to keep the sun from her pink cheeks and a pair of Wade’s discarded gloves to save her hands.  The gloves were very, very much too large for her, and, when not actually engaged in using her trowel, Miss Mullett stood with arms held out in scarecrow style so as not to contaminate her gown with garden mold, and presented a strange and unusual appearance.  Every afternoon, as regular as clockwork, the Doctor came down the street and through the gate to lavish advice, commendation, and appropriate quotations from his beloved poets.  At five Zephania appeared with the tea things and the partie carree gathered in the parlor and brought their several little histories up to date, and laughed and poked fun at each other, and drew more and more together as time passed.

Perhaps you’ve been thinking that Wade’s advent in Eden Village was the signal for calls and invitations to dinners, receptions, and bridge.  If you have you don’t know New England, or, at least, you don’t know Eden Village.  One can’t dive into society in Eden Village; one has to wade in, and very cautiously.  In the course of events the newcomer became thoroughly immersed, and the waters of Eden Village society enclosed him beneficently, but that was not yet.  He was still undergoing his novitiate, and to raise his hat to Miss Cousins, when he encountered that austere lady on the street, was as yet the height of social triumph.  Wade, however, was experiencing no yearnings for a wider social sphere.  Eve and Miss Mullett and the Doctor, Zephania, and the two Zenases were sufficient for him.  In fact he would have been quite satisfied with one of that number could he have chosen the one.

For Wade’s deliberate effort to fall in love with Eve had proved brilliantly successful.  In fact he had not been conscious of the effort at all, so simple and easy had the process proved.  Of course he ought to have been delighted, but, strange to tell, after the first brief moment of self-gratulation, he began to entertain doubts as to the wisdom of his plan.  Regrets succeeded doubts.  Being in love with a girl who didn’t care a rap whether you stayed or went wasn’t the unalloyed bliss he had pictured.  He would know better another time.