John did not find Meg's beauty diminished, though she beamed at him from behind the familiar coffee pot. They were very happy, even after they discovered that they couldn't live on love alone. As for buttons, she soon learned to wonder where they went, to shake her head over the carelessness of men, and to threaten to make him sew them on himself, and see if his work would stand impatient and clumsy fingers any better than hers. She was too tired, sometimes, even to smile, John grew dyspeptic after a course of dainty dishes and ungratefully demanded plain fare. Her paradise was not a tranquil one, for the little woman fussed, was over-anxious to please, and bustled about like a true Martha, cumbered with many cares. She brought so much love, energy, and cheerfulness to the work that she could not but succeed, in spite of some obstacles. John should find home a paradise, he should always see a smiling face, should fare sumptuously every day, and never know the loss of a button. Like most other young matrons, Meg began her married life with the determination to be a model housekeeper.
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