“Goes on how, my dear?” asked her mother anxiously.
“He’s away all day, and at night, when I want to see him, he is continually going over to the Scotts’. It isn’t fair that I should have the hardest work, and never any amusement. Men are very selfish, even the best of them.”
“So are women; don’t blame John till you see where you are wrong yourself.”
“But it can’t be right for him to neglect me.”
“Don’t you neglect him?”
“Why, mother, I thought you’d take my part!”
“So I do, as far as sympathizing goes; but I think the fault is yours, Meg.”
“I don’t see how.”
“Let me show you. Did John ever neglect you, as you call it, while you made