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"
It
was
too
bad
to
laugh
at
the
poor
little
jelly
pots
.
Forgive
me
,
dear
.
I
never
will
again
!
"
But
he
did
,
oh
bless
you
,
yes
,
hundreds
of
times
,
and
so
did
Meg
,
both
declaring
that
it
was
the
sweetest
jelly
they
ever
made
,
for
family
peace
was
preserved
in
that
little
family
jar
.
After
this
,
Meg
had
Mr
.
Scott
to
dinner
by
special
invitation
,
and
served
him
up
a
pleasant
feast
without
a
cooked
wife
for
the
first
course
,
on
which
occasion
she
was
so
gay
and
gracious
,
and
made
everything
go
off
so
charmingly
,
that
Mr
.
Scott
told
John
he
was
a
lucky
fellow
,
and
shook
his
head
over
the
hardships
of
bachelorhood
all
the
way
home
.
In
the
autumn
,
new
trials
and
experiences
came
to
Meg
.
Sallie
Moffat
renewed
her
friendship
,
was
always
running
out
for
a
dish
of
gossip
at
the
little
house
,
or
inviting
‘
that
poor
dear
’
to
come
in
and
spend
the
day
at
the
big
house
.
It
was
pleasant
,
for
in
dull
weather
Meg
often
felt
lonely
.
All
were
busy
at
home
,
John
absent
till
night
,
and
nothing
to
do
but
sew
,
or
read
,
or
potter
about
.
So
it
naturally
fell
out
that
Meg
got
into
the
way
of
gadding
and
gossiping
with
her
friend
.
Seeing
Sallie
’
s
pretty
things
made
her
long
for
such
,
and
pity
herself
because
she
had
not
got
them
.
Sallie
was
very
kind
,
and
often
offered
her
the
coveted
trifles
,
but
Meg
declined
them
,
knowing
that
John
wouldn
’
t
like
it
,
and
then
this
foolish
little
woman
went
and
did
what
John
disliked
even
worse
.
She
knew
her
husband
’
s
income
,
and
she
loved
to
feel
that
he
trusted
her
,
not
only
with
his
happiness
,
but
what
some
men
seem
to
value
more
—
his
money
.
She
knew
where
it
was
,
was
free
to
take
what
she
liked
,
and
all
he
asked
was
that
she
should
keep
account
of
every
penny
,
pay
bills
once
a
month
,
and
remember
that
she
was
a
poor
man
’
s
wife
.
Till
now
she
had
done
well
,
been
prudent
and
exact
,
kept
her
little
account
books
neatly
,
and
showed
them
to
him
monthly
without
fear
.
But
that
autumn
the
serpent
got
into
Meg
’
s
paradise
,
and
tempted
her
like
many
a
modern
Eve
,
not
with
apples
,
but
with
dress
.
Meg
didn
’
t
like
to
be
pitied
and
made
to
feel
poor
.
It
irritated
her
,
but
she
was
ashamed
to
confess
it
,
and
now
and
then
she
tried
to
console
herself
by
buying
something
pretty
,
so
that
Sallie
needn
’
t
think
she
had
to
economize
.
She
always
felt
wicked
after
it
,
for
the
pretty
things
were
seldom
necessaries
,
but
then
they
cost
so
little
,
it
wasn
’
t
worth
worrying
about
,
so
the
trifles
increased
unconsciously
,
and
in
the
shopping
excursions
she
was
no
longer
a
passive
looker
-
on
.
But
the
trifles
cost
more
than
one
would
imagine
,
and
when
she
cast
up
her
accounts
at
the
end
of
the
month
the
sum
total
rather
scared
her
.
John
was
busy
that
month
and
left
the
bills
to
her
,
the
next
month
he
was
absent
,
but
the
third
he
had
a
grand
quarterly
settling
up
,
and
Meg
never
forgot
it
.
A
few
days
before
she
had
done
a
dreadful
thing
,
and
it
weighed
upon
her
conscience
.
Sallie
had
been
buying
silks
,
and
Meg
longed
for
a
new
one
,
just
a
handsome
light
one
for
parties
,
her
black
silk
was
so
common
,
and
thin
things
for
evening
wear
were
only
proper
for
girls
.
Aunt
March
usually
gave
the
sisters
a
present
of
twenty
-
five
dollars
apiece
at
New
Year
’
s
.
That
was
only
a
month
to
wait
,
and
here
was
a
lovely
violet
silk
going
at
a
bargain
,
and
she
had
the
money
,
if
she
only
dared
to
take
it
.
John
always
said
what
was
his
was
hers
,
but
would
he
think
it
right
to
spend
not
only
the
prospective
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
but
another
five
-
and
-
twenty
out
of
the
household
fund
?
That
was
the
question
.
Sallie
had
urged
her
to
do
it
,
had
offered
to
lend
the
money
,
and
with
the
best
intentions
in
life
had
tempted
Meg
beyond
her
strength
.
In
an
evil
moment
the
shopman
held
up
the
lovely
,
shimmering
folds
,
and
said
,
"
A
bargain
,
I
assure
,
you
,
ma
’
am
.
"
She
answered
,
"
I
’
ll
take
it
,
"
and
it
was
cut
off
and
paid
for
,
and
Sallie
had
exulted
,
and
she
had
laughed
as
if
it
were
a
thing
of
no
consequence
,
and
driven
away
,
feeling
as
if
she
had
stolen
something
,
and
the
police
were
after
her
.
When
she
got
home
,
she
tried
to
assuage
the
pangs
of
remorse
by
spreading
forth
the
lovely
silk
,
but
it
looked
less
silvery
now
,
didn
’
t
become
her
,
after
all
,
and
the
words
‘
fifty
dollars
’
seemed
stamped
like
a
pattern
down
each
breadth
.
She
put
it
away
,
but
it
haunted
her
,
not
delightfully
as
a
new
dress
should
,
but
dreadfully
like
the
ghost
of
a
folly
that
was
not
easily
laid
.
When
John
got
out
his
books
that
night
,
Meg
’
s
heart
sank
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
her
married
life
,
she
was
afraid
of
her
husband
.
The
kind
,
brown
eyes
looked
as
if
they
could
be
stern
,
and
though
he
was
unusually
merry
,
she
fancied
he
had
found
her
out
,
but
didn
’
t
mean
to
let
her
know
it
.
The
house
bills
were
all
paid
,
the
books
all
in
order
.
John
had
praised
her
,
and
was
undoing
the
old
pocketbook
which
they
called
the
‘
bank
’
,
when
Meg
,
knowing
that
it
was
quite
empty
,
stopped
his
hand
,
saying
nervously
.
.
.
