“Marriageisafailurethesedaysformostofus。Wecan’tliveonthefarm，andcan’tgetalivinginthecity，andthereweare。“Shelaidherhandonhisarm。“Ideclare，Howard，you’rethesameboyyouusedtobe。Iain’tabitafraidofyou，forallyoursuccess。“
“Andyou’rethesamegirl？No，Ican’tsaythat。Itseemstomeyou’vegrownmorethanIhave-Idon’tmeanphysically，Imeanmentally，“heexplainedashesawhersmileinthedefensivewayafleshygirlhas，alerttowardoffajoke。
Theywereinthemidstoftalk，Howardtellingoneofhisfunnystories，whenawagonclattereduptothedoorandmerryvoicescalledloudly：
“Whoa，there，Sampson!“
“Hullo，thehouse!“