As I was strolling through an older neighborhood I espied an elderly gentleman tending the roses around his front porch. The house was a Victorian painted lady and exceedingly attractive.
"Beautiful home!" I remarked.
"Isn't she just?" the man replied. "She was built in 1893. I bought her twenty years ago and spared no expense in restoring her to her halcyon days. You wouldn't believe how baroque I am."