"
I was thinking of this last sacrifice, when my husband said, in a
dreamy, bewildered way,--
"Here are five boxes, mother, two bundles, and the rest of these books.
I give up!"
"Give up? Not I! Now, where a man's energies are exhausted, a woman's
just begin to show themselves. First and foremost, lock this trunk, and
let me put the key in my pocket. That's one thing done, and can't be
undone."
He stepped back from the trunk.
"What's this? all your clothes on the floor!"
"Well, yes, my dear, most of 'em. You see, I couldn't leave Zipporah
Haven's shawl out, which she sends to her grandmother; and I must put in
these bundles of the Burts's, and Mary Skinner's box of linen thread. If
my own things are lost, why, they must be replaced, you know, my dear;
that is all."
"And we must keep a good lookout, ourselves, that our bandboxes and
bundles don't fall off behind," replied the Dominie, faintly.
"Yes; and you can put the small trunk under my feet, and the big basket
under your own, and you will keep an eye on my red shawl,--and pray
don't lose the umbrella, nor your great-coat, nor your cane.
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