I felt that I had made a bad bargain--that is, one from which I should obtain no real pleasure.
For a while I sat opposite the mantle-piece, looking at the vases--but, not admiringly; then I left the parlor, and went about my household duties, but, with a pressure on my feelings.

I was far, very far from being satisfied with myself.
About an hour afterwards my husband came home.

I did not take him into the parlor to show him my little purchase, for, I had no heart to do so.

As we sat at the tea table, he said, addressing me-- "You know that old coat of mine that is up in the clothes-press ?" I nodded my head in assent, but did not venture to speak.
"I've been thinking to-day," added my husband, "that it would be just the thing for Mr.Bryan, who lives opposite.

It's rather too much worn for me, but will look quite decent on him, compared with the clothes he now wears.