“Don’t think I’m hard on her, John. If we could only get another girl I wouldn’t care.”
She waited for him to speak, and, when he did not do so, asked hopelessly:
“Don’t you think we can get another girl pretty soon if we go a good ways off from this neighbourhood?”
“I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t want to hear anything more about it either,” was the ungracious reply.
“I am in the wrong. You will hear no more on either subject.”
The tone was earnest. Elizabeth meant what she said. John went from the house without the customary good-bye kiss. We live and learn, and we learn most when we get ourselves thoroughly in the wrong.