The New Moon, My Dear.

She longed to run to meet him and beg pardon. But of course, she did nothing of the sort. And when she saw john coming, began to hum quite naturally as she rocked and sewed like a lady of leis in her best parlour. John was a little disappointed, but feeling that his dignity demanded the first apology, he made none. Only came leisurely in and laid himself upon the sofa with the singularly relevant remark,. we are going to have a new moon, my dear. I've no objection. Was meg's equally soothing remark. Oh, dear thought meg, married life is very trying and does need infinite patience as well as love. As mother