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They
were
very
happy
,
even
after
they
discovered
that
they
couldn
’
t
live
on
love
alone
.
John
did
not
find
Meg
’
s
beauty
diminished
,
though
she
beamed
at
him
from
behind
the
familiar
coffee
pot
.
Nor
did
Meg
miss
any
of
the
romance
from
the
daily
parting
,
when
her
husband
followed
up
his
kiss
with
the
tender
inquiry
,
"
Shall
I
send
some
veal
or
mutton
for
dinner
,
darling
?
"
The
little
house
ceased
to
be
a
glorified
bower
,
but
it
became
a
home
,
and
the
young
couple
soon
felt
that
it
was
a
change
for
the
better
.
At
first
they
played
keep
-
house
,
and
frolicked
over
it
like
children
.
Then
John
took
steadily
to
business
,
feeling
the
cares
of
the
head
of
a
family
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
Meg
laid
by
her
cambric
wrappers
,
put
on
a
big
apron
,
and
fell
to
work
,
as
before
said
,
with
more
energy
than
discretion
.
While
the
cooking
mania
lasted
she
went
through
Mrs
.
Cornelius
’
s
Receipt
Book
as
if
it
were
a
mathematical
exercise
,
working
out
the
problems
with
patience
and
care
.
Sometimes
her
family
were
invited
in
to
help
eat
up
a
too
bounteous
feast
of
successes
,
or
Lotty
would
be
privately
dispatched
with
a
batch
of
failures
,
which
were
to
be
concealed
from
all
eyes
in
the
convenient
stomachs
of
the
little
Hummels
.
An
evening
with
John
over
the
account
books
usually
produced
a
temporary
lull
in
the
culinary
enthusiasm
,
and
a
frugal
fit
would
ensue
,
during
which
the
poor
man
was
put
through
a
course
of
bread
pudding
,
hash
,
and
warmed
-
over
coffee
,
which
tried
his
soul
,
although
he
bore
it
with
praiseworthy
fortitude
.
Before
the
golden
mean
was
found
,
however
,
Meg
added
to
her
domestic
possessions
what
young
couples
seldom
get
on
long
without
,
a
family
jar
.
Fired
a
with
housewifely
wish
to
see
her
storeroom
stocked
with
homemade
preserves
,
she
undertook
to
put
up
her
own
currant
jelly
.
John
was
requested
to
order
home
a
dozen
or
so
of
little
pots
and
an
extra
quantity
of
sugar
,
for
their
own
currants
were
ripe
and
were
to
be
attended
to
at
once
.
As
John
firmly
believed
that
‘
my
wife
’
was
equal
to
anything
,
and
took
a
natural
pride
in
her
skill
,
he
resolved
that
she
should
be
gratified
,
and
their
only
crop
of
fruit
laid
by
in
a
most
pleasing
form
for
winter
use
.
Home
came
four
dozen
delightful
little
pots
,
half
a
barrel
of
sugar
,
and
a
small
boy
to
pick
the
currants
for
her
.
With
her
pretty
hair
tucked
into
a
little
cap
,
arms
bared
to
the
elbow
,
and
a
checked
apron
which
had
a
coquettish
look
in
spite
of
the
bib
,
the
young
housewife
fell
to
work
,
feeling
no
doubts
about
her
success
,
for
hadn
’
t
she
seen
Hannah
do
it
hundreds
of
times
?
The
array
of
pots
rather
amazed
her
at
first
,
but
John
was
so
fond
of
jelly
,
and
the
nice
little
jars
would
look
so
well
on
the
top
shelf
,
that
Meg
resolved
to
fill
them
all
,
and
spent
a
long
day
picking
,
boiling
,
straining
,
and
fussing
over
her
jelly
.
She
did
her
best
,
she
asked
advice
of
Mrs
.
Cornelius
,
she
racked
her
brain
to
remember
what
Hannah
did
that
she
left
undone
,
she
reboiled
,
resugared
,
and
restrained
,
but
that
dreadful
stuff
wouldn
’
t
‘
jell
’
.
She
longed
to
run
home
,
bib
and
all
,
and
ask
Mother
to
lend
her
a
hand
,
but
John
and
she
had
agreed
that
they
would
never
annoy
anyone
with
their
private
worries
,
experiments
,
or
quarrels
.
They
had
laughed
over
that
last
word
as
if
the
idea
it
suggested
was
a
most
preposterous
one
,
but
they
had
held
to
their
resolve
,
and
whenever
they
could
get
on
without
help
they
did
so
,
and
no
one
interfered
,
for
Mrs
.
March
had
advised
the
plan
.
So
Meg
wrestled
alone
with
the
refractory
sweetmeats
all
that
hot
summer
day
,
and
at
five
o
’
clock
sat
down
in
her
topsy
-
turvey
kitchen
,
wrung
her
bedaubed
hands
,
lifted
up
her
voice
and
wept
.
Now
,
in
the
first
flush
of
the
new
life
,
she
had
often
said
,
"
My
husband
shall
always
feel
free
to
bring
a
friend
home
whenever
he
likes
.
I
shall
always
be
prepared
.
There
shall
be
no
flurry
,
no
scolding
,
no
discomfort
,
but
a
neat
house
,
a
cheerful
wife
,
and
a
good
dinner
.
John
,
dear
,
never
stop
to
ask
my
leave
,
invite
whom
you
please
,
and
be
sure
of
a
welcome
from
me
.
"
How
charming
that
was
,
to
be
sure
!
John
quite
glowed
with
pride
to
hear
her
say
it
,
and
felt
what
a
blessed
thing
it
was
to
have
a
superior
wife
.
But
,
although
they
had
had
company
from
time
to
time
,
it
never
happened
to
be
unexpected
,
and
Meg
had
never
had
an
opportunity
to
distinguish
herself
till
now
.
It
always
happens
so
in
this
vale
of
tears
,
there
is
an
inevitability
about
such
things
which
we
can
only
wonder
at
,
deplore
,
and
bear
as
we
best
can
.
If
John
had
not
forgotten
all
about
the
jelly
,
it
really
would
have
been
unpardonable
in
him
to
choose
that
day
,
of
all
the
days
in
the
year
,
to
bring
a
friend
home
to
dinner
unexpectedly
.
