Northern Lights V3

In Aunt Kate, the sister of his wife, dead so many years ago, he had found a spirit stronger than his own. He valued her; he had said more than once, to those who he thought would never repeat it to her, that she was a great woman ; but self-interest was the mainspring of his appreciation. Since she had come again to his house–she had lived with him once before for two years when his wife was slowly dying–it had been a different place. Housekeeping had cost less than before, yet the cooking was better, the place was beautifully clean, and discipline without rigidity reigned everywhere.