"Christopher Columbus!" I remarked, pleasantly, after my usual way, "you seem to be out of humor this morning."
"That's all right," he snarled; "you can't sell me any."
What a husband that bear must be; not domestic, after my own fashion, for I dearly love to do errands for my wife.
Of course I sometimes make blunders in shopping, but then experience teaches one, and in time I hope to be able to hold my own with the tricky tradesmen who look upon me as a soft mark.
When the mistake is really atrocious I get a good calling down, and sometimes have to resort to strategy in order to save the day.
The lady of the house was indignant this evening when I came home from my weary round of the newspaper offices.
"The joke is on you, George," she said.
I wondered which one, for the day had not been productive of much long green.
"What's it all about?" I asked.