IT was almost dark when the train arrived at our little country
station. We set out to walk home by the short cut across the golf
course.
"Anyhow, we have saved five shillings," remarked Stella.
"We paid half a crown for that taxi which took us back to Victoria
Station," I reminded her.
"Do not argue to-night, darling," responded my wife. "I simply cannot
endure anything more."
Plainly she was a little unstrung. Very considerately, I selected
another topic.
"I think our best plan," I said cheerfully, "would be to advertise for a
dog."
"I never wish to see a dog again," replied Stella.