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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MOLLIE IS GOING TO LEARN STENOGRAPHY CONFESSION 197
This morning before Dick went
away Mollie came over and said she
was going to stay all day with me.
Dick left with a happy smile for he
had been worrying about leaving me
alone.
"You jtfst leave Margie with me,
brother, I'll see that she gets every
thing ihe needs. Beside I have a lot
of things in which I know she will be
interested to talk to her about.
"I'm intensely interested, in them,
also," Mollie continued, "for they are
mostly about myself and my affairs."
"You're all right, sis," said Dick
as I held out my hands to Mollie who
kissed me hastily and began immedi
ately to make me comfortable by
bringing me a wet towel to wash my
face and hands and proceeding to
comb my braids of hair.
"I'll have her all fixed up for break
fast in no time, Dick, so you run along
and fly your business kite to the best
of your ability."
I know I looked my pleasure in hav
ing Mollie with me for I have always
loved her. She "has seemed nearer to
me than anyone except Dick that I
have ever known since my dear moth
er died.
As soon as Dick had gone Mollie
rang for my breakfast and in a little
while she iiad it spread before my bed
on the invalid table.
It is almost impossible, for me to
move and I grow very tired lying here
on my back, although I do not suffer
much pain now.
Tm going to eat my breakfast
with you, dear," announced Mollie. "I
got up before mother this morning
and came downtown with father, and
so I'm fearfully hungry."
It was good to see the way in which
she ate and I ate more than I had
done since the accident because she
was with me and setting the example.
"Margie, I'm going to learn to be
a stenographer," she said abruptly.
"What!"
"That is what I am going to do. I
got Dad's consent to it this morning.
I know mother 'will cut up rough'
but she will have to consent Margie,
Dad is not going to live very long
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"I am sure that if anything should
happen to Dad I would have to go to
work so why not prepare for it now?"
"Wouldn't you rather do something
else than work in an office, dear," I
asked; someway I hated to have Mol
lie go through all the temptations
and annoyances that come'to girls in
offices.
Mollie understood what I meant in
an instant: "Oh, I think I can take
care of myself, Margie, I have had
some experience in that line already.
I believe I would make a good stenog
rapher. I can spell and punctuate; I
can keep a secret if necessary and I
am rather orderly and quick to
learn."
"You can do all that, Mollie, dear,''
I assented warmly; "and I think ev
ery girl should know how to work at
something which will give her a good
living just the same as a boy. When
are you going to begin?"
"Tomorrow," said Mollie promptly.
"I'll spring it on mother tonight and
get away to the business school to
morrow before she has much time
to worry me about it.
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and get his clothes out to mend."
"Yes, do, Mollie, and I think I can
mend his clothes if you bring my sew
ing basket to the bed. Isn't it a good
thing it was my legs and not my arms
that were hurt?"
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LIVE AND DIE ALONE-
CONFESSION 198
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