I Forgot the Confounded Jelly, but It Can't Be Helped Now

John was a mild man, but he was human. To come home tired, hungry and hopeful to find a chaotic house wasn't exactly conducive to repose of mind or manner. He restrained himself, however, and the little squall would have blown over, but for one unlucky word. Meg thought it was too cruel to about her sad failure. John meant it to be a good natured joke, but that one word sealed his fate. Take that scot up to mother's and tell him i'm away, sick, dead, anything, i won't see him. And you two can laugh at me, an my jelly as much as you like.