"If she was really very good she'd try not to be so peculiar," retorted his wife, nettled at the failure of her story. "Did you ever see such a figure, with her dress all unbuttoned at the back showing her stays."
"She's not got a husband to fasten the middle buttons," said the farmer slyly. "She can't very well ask the pig, you know."
"Well, no, she can't," said his wife, good-naturedly; "but she tries my patience pretty often."
"That's not so hard as it sounds," said the farmer, looking innocently in front of him.
"Now, then," said his wife, "who wanted a potato-pie for supper?"
"I expect it was our Joseph," said the farmer.
"Not it," retorted his wife.
"Well, myself, I prefer women who aren't so peculiar," said the farmer.
"Even if they're not so good," he added.
"Take care," replied his wife. "That potato-pie isn't in the oven yet!"