PART 2
28. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(continued)
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.
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