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Tom’s eyes twinkled. “I am going to have that glory,–I don’t think you do, Polly; but you can’t say that I have not been forbearing. I certainly have not told you more than twice how we used to have things cooked. I’m not going to be your kitchen-colonel.”

“Of course it seemed the proper thing to do,” said his wife, meditatively; “but I think we should have been even happier than we have if I had been spared it. I have had some days of wretchedness that I shudder to think of. I never know what to have for breakfast; and I ought not to say it, but I don’t mind the sight of dust. I look upon housekeeping as my life’s great discipline;” and at this pathetic confession they both laughed heartily.

“I’ve a great mind to take it off your hands,” said Tom. “I always rather liked it, to tell the truth, and I ought to be a better housekeeper,–I have been at it for five years; though housekeeping for one is different from what it is for two, and one of them a woman. You see you have brought a different element into my family. Luckily, the servants are pretty well drilled. I do think you upset them a good deal at first!”

Mary Wilson smiled as if she only half heard what he was saying. She drummed with her foot on the floor and looked intently at the fire, and presently gave it a vigorous poking. “Well?” said Tom, after he had waited patiently as long as he could.

“Tom! I’m going to propose something to you. I wish you would really do as you said, and take all the home affairs under your care, and let me start the mill. I am certain I could manage it. Of course I should get people who understood the thing to teach me. I believe I was made for it; I should like it above all things. And this is what I will do: I will bear the cost of starting it, myself,–I think I have money enough, or can get it; and if I have not put affairs in the right trim at the end of a year I will stop, and you may make some other arrangement. If I have, you and your mother and sister can pay me back.”

“So I am going to be the wife, and you the husband,” said Tom, a little indignantly; “at least, that is what people will say. It’s a regular Darby and Joan affair, and you think you can do more work in a day than I can do in three. Do you know that you must go to town to buy cotton? And do you know there are a thousand things about it that you don’t know?”

“And never will?” said Mary, with perfect good humor. “Why, Tom, I can learn as well as you, and a good deal better, for I like business, and you don’t. You forget that I was always father’s right-hand man after I was a dozen years old, and that you have let me invest my money and some of your own, and I haven’t made a blunder yet.”

Tom thought that his wife had never looked so handsome or so happy. “I don’t care, I should rather like the fun of knowing what people will say. It is a new departure, at any rate. Women think they can do everything better than men in these days, but I’m the first man, apparently, who has wished he were a woman.”

“Of course people will laugh,” said Mary, “but they will say that it’s just like me, and think I am fortunate to have married a man who will let me do as I choose. I don’t see why it isn’t sensible: you will be living exactly as you were before you married, as to home affairs; and since it was a good thing for you to know something about housekeeping then, I can’t imagine why you shouldn’t go on with it now, since it makes me miserable, and I am wasting a fine business talent while I do it. What do we care for people’s talking about it?”