To be unhappy about what is not exactly agreeable doesn't help the matter any, but really makes it worse." "If you had to contend with what I have to contend with, you wouldn't talk about things being _exactly agreeable,_" I replied to this.

"It is easy enough to talk.

I only wish you had a little of my trouble; you wouldn't think so lightly of it." "What is the great trouble now, Jane ?" said my husband, without being at all fretted with my unamiable temper.

"Let us hear.

Perhaps I can suggest a remedy." "If you will get me a washerwoman, you will exceedingly oblige me," said I.
"Where is Harriet ?" he asked.
"She is sick, or pretends to be, I don't know which." "Perhaps she will be well enough to do your washing to-morrow," suggested my husband.
"Perhaps is a poor dependence." I said this with a tartness that ill repaid my husband's effort to comfort me.