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Scott
had
married
and
gone
to
housekeeping
not
far
off
,
and
John
fell
into
the
way
of
running
over
for
an
hour
or
two
of
an
evening
,
when
his
own
parlor
was
empty
,
and
his
own
wife
singing
lullabies
that
seemed
to
have
no
end
.
Mrs
.
Scott
was
a
lively
,
pretty
girl
,
with
nothing
to
do
but
be
agreeable
,
and
she
performed
her
mission
most
successfully
.
The
parlor
was
always
bright
and
attractive
,
the
chessboard
ready
,
the
piano
in
tune
,
plenty
of
gay
gossip
,
and
a
nice
little
supper
set
forth
in
tempting
style
.
John
would
have
preferred
his
own
fireside
if
it
had
not
been
so
lonely
,
but
as
it
was
he
gratefully
took
the
next
best
thing
and
enjoyed
his
neighbor
’
s
society
.
Meg
rather
approved
of
the
new
arrangement
at
first
,
and
found
it
a
relief
to
know
that
John
was
having
a
good
time
instead
of
dozing
in
the
parlor
,
or
tramping
about
the
house
and
waking
the
children
.
But
by
-
and
-
by
,
when
the
teething
worry
was
over
and
the
idols
went
to
sleep
at
proper
hours
,
leaving
Mamma
time
to
rest
,
she
began
to
miss
John
,
and
find
her
workbasket
dull
company
,
when
he
was
not
sitting
opposite
in
his
old
dressing
gown
,
comfortably
scorching
his
slippers
on
the
fender
.
She
would
not
ask
him
to
stay
at
home
,
but
felt
injured
because
he
did
not
know
that
she
wanted
him
without
being
told
,
entirely
forgetting
the
many
evenings
he
had
waited
for
her
in
vain
.
She
was
nervous
and
worn
out
with
watching
and
worry
,
and
in
that
unreasonable
frame
of
mind
which
the
best
of
mothers
occasionally
experience
when
domestic
cares
oppress
them
.
Want
of
exercise
robs
them
of
cheerfulness
,
and
too
much
devotion
to
that
idol
of
American
women
,
the
teapot
,
makes
them
feel
as
if
they
were
all
nerve
and
no
muscle
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
would
say
,
looking
in
the
glass
,
"
I
’
m
getting
old
and
ugly
.
John
doesn
’
t
find
me
interesting
any
longer
,
so
he
leaves
his
faded
wife
and
goes
to
see
his
pretty
neighbor
,
who
has
no
incumbrances
.
Well
,
the
babies
love
me
,
they
don
’
t
care
if
I
am
thin
and
pale
and
haven
’
t
time
to
crimp
my
hair
,
they
are
my
comfort
,
and
some
day
John
will
see
what
I
’
ve
gladly
sacrificed
for
them
,
won
’
t
he
,
my
precious
?
"
To
which
pathetic
appeal
Daisy
would
answer
with
a
coo
,
or
Demi
with
a
crow
,
and
Meg
would
put
by
her
lamentations
for
a
maternal
revel
,
which
soothed
her
solitude
for
the
time
being
.
But
the
pain
increased
as
politics
absorbed
John
,
who
was
always
running
over
to
discuss
interesting
points
with
Scott
,
quite
unconscious
that
Meg
missed
him
.
Not
a
word
did
she
say
,
however
,
till
her
mother
found
her
in
tears
one
day
,
and
insisted
on
knowing
what
the
matter
was
,
for
Meg
’
s
drooping
spirits
had
not
escaped
her
observation
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
tell
anyone
except
you
,
Mother
,
but
I
really
do
need
advice
,
for
if
John
goes
on
much
longer
I
might
as
well
be
widowed
,
"
replied
Mrs
.
Brooke
,
drying
her
tears
on
Daisy
’
s
bib
with
an
injured
air
.
"
Goes
on
how
,
my
dear
?
"
asked
her
mother
anxiously
.
"
He
’
s
away
all
day
,
and
at
night
when
I
want
to
see
him
,
he
is
continually
going
over
to
the
Scotts
’
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
that
I
should
have
the
hardest
work
,
and
never
any
amusement
.
Men
are
very
selfish
,
even
the
best
of
them
.
"
"
So
are
women
.
Don
’
t
blame
John
till
you
see
where
you
are
wrong
yourself
.
"
