I have so much, dear Mark, and she so little."
"It's your own wedding-present to use as you wish," Mark
answered, "and it's exactly like you to give it away. Go ahead
and spend it if you want to; I can always earn enough to keep
you, without anybody's help!" and Mark, after cracking the whip
vaingloriously, kissed his wife just over the violet ribbons, and
with sleigh-bells jingling they sped over the snow towards what
seemed Paradise to them, the New Hampshire village where they had
been married and where
So a few days later, Waitstill received a great parcel which
relieved her of many feminine anxieties and she began to shape
and cut and stitch during all the hours she had to herself. They
were not many, for every day she trudged to the
Boynton farm and began with youthful enthusiasm the household
tasks that were so soon to be hers by right.
"Don't waste too much time and strength here, my dearest," said
Ivory. "Do you suppose for a moment I shall keep you long on this
lonely farm? I am ready for admission to the Bar or I am fitted
to teach in the best school in New England. Nothing has held me
here but my mother, and in her present condition of mind we can
safely take her anywhere. We will never live where there are so
many memories and associations to sadden and hamper us, but go
where the best opportunity offers, and as soon as may be.
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