"Goodness, how have those pumpkins grown so large?" Elizabeth asked as she walked toward the kitchen gardens.
"Our gardener has been working on them for years," Darcy replied proudly.
'Indeed. Ours never got them quite that large, but I don't think he particularly took an interest in them, either."
"These pumpkins are yours, now," Darcy reminded her.
"Of course," she said, still getting used to the idea in her mind. It had been a week since she had arrived in Pemberley as its mistress, and many days she still caught herself thinking of herself as a guest, or worse, intruder.