“Yes, I know,” answered Laura, shaking her head. “It takes my breath away sometimes. Mr. Jadwin tells me there’s an art gallery, too, with an organ in it⁠—a full-sized church organ. Think of it. Isn’t it beautiful, beautiful? Isn’t it a happiness? And I’ll have my own carriage and coupe, and oh, Aunt Wess’, a saddle horse if I want to, and a box at the opera, and a country place⁠—that is to be bought day after tomorrow. It’s at Geneva Lake. We’re to go there after we are married, and Mr. Jadwin has bought the dearest, loveliest, daintiest little steam yacht. He showed the photograph of her yesterday. Oh, honey, honey! It all comes over me sometimes. Think, only a year ago, less than that, I was vegetating there at Barrington, among those wretched old bluenoses, helping Martha with the preserves and all and all; and now”⁠—she threw her arms wide⁠—“I’m just going to live. Think of it, that beautiful house, and servants, and carriages, and paintings, and, oh, honey, how I will dress the part!”