The tale tells how on a Friday night Hugh sat at
the table in the kitchen of his house, which is in Parson's Green. He
had before him coins of gold, silver, and copper, and also bills of his
debts; and upon each bill he placed certain monies in accordance with
the sum marked thereon. Having fixed the residue of his coins and having
seen that he held ten pounds, his mind was filled with such bliss that
he said within himself: "A nice little amount indeed. Brisk are
affairs."
"Millie," he addressed his wife, "look over them and add them together."
"Wait till I'm done," was the answer. "The irons are all hotted up."
Hugh chided her. "You are not interested in my saving. You don't care.
It's nothing to you. Forward, as I call."
"If I sit down," Millie offered, "I feel I shall never get up again and
the irons are hotted and what I think is a shame to waste gas like this
the price it is."
"Why didn't you say so at the first opportunity? Be quick then. I shan't
allow the cash to lay here."
Duly Millie observed her husband's order, and what time she proved that
which Hugh had done, she was admonished that she had spent too much on
this and that.
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