Желтые обои

           HesaidIwashisdarlingandhiscomfortandallhehad,andthatImusttakecareofmyselfforhissake,andkeepwell. 

           Hesaysnoonebutmyselfcanhelpmeoutofit,thatImustusemywillandself-controlandnotletanysillyfanciesrunawaywithme. 

           There’sonecomfort,thebabyiswellandhappy,anddoesnothavetooccupythisnurserywiththehorridwall-paper. 

           Ifwehadnotusedit,thatblessedchildwouldhave!Whatafortunateescape!Why,Iwouldn’thaveachildofmine,animpressionablelittlething,liveinsucharoomforworlds. 

           Ineverthoughtofitbefore,butitisluckythatJohnkeptmehereafterall,Icanstanditsomucheasierthanababy,yousee. 

           OfcourseInevermentionittothemanymore—Iamtoowise—butIkeepwatchofitallthesame. 

           Therearethingsinthatpaperthatnobodyknowsbutme,oreverwill. 

           Behindthatoutsidepatternthedimshapesgetclearereveryday. 

           Itisalwaysthesameshape,onlyverynumerous. 

           Anditislikeawomanstoopingdownandcreepingaboutbehindthatpattern.Idon’tlikeitabit.Iwonder—Ibegintothink—IwishJohnwouldtakemeawayfromhere! 

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           ItissohardtotalkwithJohnaboutmycase,becauseheissowise,andbecausehelovesmeso. 

           ButItrieditlastnight.