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Was she not young , very young to be unhappy ? She began to fight a little with herself and Providence in savage mood ; favored the crimped hair and Scotch plaids again , tried a nutting-party and a sewing-circle , as well as a little flirtation with Jim Snow . This lasted for another week . At the end of that time she went and sat down alone one noon on a pile of kindlings in the wood-house , and thought it over . `` Why , I ca n't ! '' her eyes widening with slow terror . `` Happiness _ wo n't _ come .