The Little Jelly Pots

Her own poor anger looked childish now. She glanced at him with tears in her eyes, but he did not see them. For a minute she felt as if she really couldn't do it. Then came the thought, this is the beginning. I'll do my part and have nothing to reproach myself with. And stooping down, she softly kissed her husband on the forehead. Of course, that settled it. The penitent kiss was better than a world of words. After this, meg had mister scott to dinner by special invitation and served him up a pleasant feast without a cooked wife for the first course. He shook his head over the hardships of bachelorhood all the way