“Don’t tell me about air and exercise! What did my grandmother do? Why, she did all her own work, and made grandfather’s ruffled shirts besides, with the finest stitching and gathers; and she found exercise enough, I warrant you. Women of this day are miserable, sickly, degenerate creatures.”
“But, my dear Madam, look at poor Mrs. Evans, over the way, with her pale face and her eight little ones.”
“Miserable manager,” said Mrs. Alexander. “If she’d get up at five o’clock the year round, as I do, she’d find time enough to do things properly, and be the better for it.”
“But, my dear Madam, Mrs. Evans is a very delicately organized, nervous woman.”
“Nervous! Don’t tell me! Every woman now-a-days is nervous. She can’t get up in the morning, because she’s nervous. She can’t do her sewing decently, because she’s nervous. Why, I might have been as nervous as she is, if I’d have petted and coddled myself as she does. But I get up early, take a walk in the fresh air of a mile or so before breakfast, and come home feeling the better for it. I do all my own sewing,—never put out a stitch; and I flatter myself my things are made as they ought to be. I always make my boys’ shirts and Mr. Exact’s, and they are made as shirts ought to be,—and yet I find plenty of time for calling, shopping, business, and company. It only requires management and resolution.”
“It is perfectly wonderful, to be sure, Mrs. Exact, to see all that you do; but don’t you get very tired sometimes?”
“No, not often. I remember, though, the week before last Christmas, I made and baked eighteen pies and ten loaves of cake in one day, and I was really quite worn out; but I didn’t give way to it. I told Mr. Exact I thought it would rest me to take a drive into New York and attend the Sanitary Fair; and so we did. I suppose Mrs. Evans would have thought she must go to bed and coddle herself for a month.”
“But, dear Mrs. Exact, when a woman is kept awake nights by crying babies—”
“There’s no need of having crying babies; my babies never cried; it’s just as you begin with children. I might have had to be up and down every hour of the night with mine, just as Mrs. Evans does; but I knew better. I used to take ’em up about ten o’clock, and feed and make ’em all comfortable; and that was the last of ’em, till I was ready to get up in the morning. I never lost a night’s sleep with any of mine.”
“Not when they were teething?”