"A fine day, as fine as our wedding day just a year ago, and it's a new start just as that was. And a new home, if it is some smaller. “We'll be all right now. You'll see! 'Everything evens up in the end. The rich man”' His voice trailed silent but Laura couldn't help finishing the Irishman's saying to herself: “The rich man has his ice in the summer and the poor man gets his in the winter.” Well, they had got theirs in that hailstorm and in the summer too. But she mustn't think about that now. The thing to do was to get things arranged in the new home and make it cheerful for Manly. Poor Manly, he was having a hard time and doing his very best. The house wasn't so bad. The one new room was narrow (twelve feet by sixteen) and not very long, facing the south with a door and a window on a narrow porch, closed at the west end by the old claim shanty. There was a window in the east end of the room. The looking glass was hung beside it in the south corner and the parlor table stood under it.
