"It's wonderful to see you falling in love at last, Caleb. I was beginning to think I'd never dance at your wedding." Caleb went to the porch swing and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his and giving her knuckles a brief kiss. He didn't know if he was in love, but he wasn't about to spoil Gertrude's delight. "If I can't have you," he teased, "I'll have to settle." "She'll still be giving you trouble when you're ninety, you know. Lily's exactly what you need, Caleb. She'll try your patience many a time, but she'll also bring out the best that's in you. And she'll give you fine, handsome children." Caleb allowed himself to imagine Lily bearing him a child and felt his groin tighten. "Are you suggesting that I court her?" he asked in a light voice, to cover the sweet despair he felt. "I know what John told you," Gertrude answered, "and to a great degree I think he's right. Lily's the kind of person that's got to be challenged; she doesn't believe that anything worthwhile comes easily." Caleb got up and walked to the porch railing again, bracing his hands on the whitewashed wood, searching the distance for Lily, but there was no sign of her. "I think she may drive me crazy before too long," he said. Gertrude laughed, and the swing hinges creaked. She came and patted him gently on the back. "That's a sure sign she's the right one," she said."