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"
You
haven
’
t
seen
my
private
expense
book
yet
.
"
John
never
asked
to
see
it
,
but
she
always
insisted
on
his
doing
so
,
and
used
to
enjoy
his
masculine
amazement
at
the
queer
things
women
wanted
,
and
made
him
guess
what
piping
was
,
demand
fiercely
the
meaning
of
a
hug
-
me
-
tight
,
or
wonder
how
a
little
thing
composed
of
three
rosebuds
,
a
bit
of
velvet
,
and
a
pair
of
strings
,
could
possibly
be
a
bonnet
,
and
cost
six
dollars
.
That
night
he
looked
as
if
he
would
like
the
fun
of
quizzing
her
figures
and
pretending
to
be
horrified
at
her
extravagance
,
as
he
often
did
,
being
particularly
proud
of
his
prudent
wife
.
The
little
book
was
brought
slowly
out
and
laid
down
before
him
.
Meg
got
behind
his
chair
under
pretense
of
smoothing
the
wrinkles
out
of
his
tired
forehead
,
and
standing
there
,
she
said
,
with
her
panic
increasing
with
every
word
.
.
.
"
John
,
dear
,
I
’
m
ashamed
to
show
you
my
book
,
for
I
’
ve
really
been
dreadfully
extravagant
lately
.
I
go
about
so
much
I
must
have
things
,
you
know
,
and
Sallie
advised
my
getting
it
,
so
I
did
,
and
my
New
Year
’
s
money
will
partly
pay
for
it
,
but
I
was
sorry
after
I
had
done
it
,
for
I
knew
you
’
d
think
it
wrong
in
me
.
"
John
laughed
,
and
drew
her
round
beside
him
,
saying
goodhumoredly
,
"
Don
’
t
go
and
hide
.
I
won
’
t
beat
you
if
you
have
got
a
pair
of
killing
boots
.
I
’
m
rather
proud
of
my
wife
’
s
feet
,
and
don
’
t
mind
if
she
does
pay
eight
or
nine
dollars
for
her
boots
,
if
they
are
good
ones
.
"
That
had
been
one
of
her
last
‘
trifles
’
,
and
John
’
s
eye
had
fallen
on
it
as
he
spoke
.
"
Oh
,
what
will
he
say
when
he
comes
to
that
awful
fifty
dollars
!
"
thought
Meg
,
with
a
shiver
.
"
It
’
s
worse
than
boots
,
it
’
s
a
silk
dress
,
"
she
said
,
with
the
calmness
of
desperation
,
for
she
wanted
the
worst
over
.
"
Well
,
dear
,
what
is
the
‘
dem
’
d
total
’
,
as
Mr
.
Mantalini
says
?
"
