"They drew a long whistle at the same time when they entered the door together and saw the table draped in snowy white. They weren't used to tablecloths.  Before each place she laid a snowy napkin.  The young fellows so unused to this custom of civilization were dazzled by the whiteness.  

Margaret had also added a touch of refinement in the few green leaves and blossoms she gathered in her morning tour around the house. they were wild blossoms, it's true, and nothing but weeds in the eyes of the men who daily stepped on similar ones without noticing.  But here on this snowy linen, in a tiny crystal vase carefully unpacked from Margaret's trunk they took on new beauty.  

It was like the girl, impulsive and poetical, that she kept the whole dinner waiting a minute while she found the vase and added the touch of beauty to the already inviting table. Who knew but that the flowers might speak to those men of the God who made them?"

– Because of Stephen, Grace Livingston Hill, 1904