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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 morehis 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。。。
〃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？〃
That didn't sound like John； and she knew he was looking up at her with the straightforward look that she had always been ready to meet and answer with one as frank till now。 She turned the page and her head at the same time； pointing to the sum which would have been bad enough without the fifty； but which was appalling to her with that added。 For a minute the room was very still； then John said slowlybut she could feel it cost him an effort to express no displeasure。 。 。
〃Well； I don't know that fifty is much for a dress； with all the furbelows and notions you have to have to finish it off these days。〃
〃It isn't made or trimmed；〃 sighed Meg； faintly； for a sudden recollection of the cost still to be incurred quite overwhelmed her。
〃Twenty…five yards of silk seems a good deal to cover one small woman； but I've no doubt my wife will look as fine as Ned Moffat's when she gets it on；〃said John dryly。
〃I know you are angry； John； but I can't help it。 I don't mean to waste your money； and I didn't think those little things would count up so。 I can't resist them when I see Sallie buying all she wants； and pitying me because I don't。 I try to be contented； but it is hard； and I'm tired of being poor。〃
The last words were spoken so low she thought he did not hear them； but he did； and they wounded him deeply； for he had denied himself many pleasures for Meg's sake。 She could have bitten her tongue out the minute she had said it； for John pushed the books away and got up； saying with a little quiver in his voice； 〃I was afraid of this。 I do my best； Meg。〃 If he had scolded her； or even shaken her； it would not have broken her heart like those fe
