The little creature, you see, has never been accustomed to calculate or reflect in these matters; and it is trial enough to come down to our stupid way of living,--so different, you know, from the gay life she has been leading." Miss Seymour's saintship was somewhat rudely tested by this remark.
That anybody should think it a sacrifice to be John's wife, and a trial to accept the homestead at Springdale, with all its tranquillity and comforts,--that John, under her influence, should speak of the Springdale life as _stupid_,--was a little drop too much in her cup.

A bright streak appeared in either cheek, as she said,-- "Well, John, I never knew you found Springdale stupid before.

I'm sure, we _have_ been happy here,"-- and her voice quavered.
"Pshaw, Gracie! you know what I mean.

I don't mean that _I_ find it stupid.

I don't like the kind of rattle-brained life we've been leading this six weeks.