Sam Jenkles always boasted that he never kept anything from his wife;
but he was silent for two days; and then, after a hard day's work, he
was seated in his snug kitchen, watching the browning of a half-dozen
fine potatoes in a Dutch oven before the fire, when Mrs Jenkles, a
plump, bustling little woman, who was stitching away at a marvellous
rate, her needle clicking at every stroke, suddenly exclaimed--
"Sam, you'd better give me that two pound you've got, and I'll put it
with the rest."
Sam didn't answer, only tapped his pipe on the hob.