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 proper for her husband to do what he had just proposed. She reflected that the husband of one of her friends and other men she knew of often went “among friends” to talk over things of which their wives had never heard in the convents in which they had been brought up.

Her mind was considerably pacified by this reflection, and so she answered with a smile, “Why, no, Otto, dear; I have nothing against it! Why, just think, what could we find to talk about together all those long evenings to come?”

And that day when the first yellow leaf fell from the tree, crowned with so much greenness—for the first time, but not the last—the young wife sat at home—alone.