Mary now hit her memento mori of a husband a ringing slap on his bony back.
'Go and do something,' she exclaimed.
Skeleton was evidently accustomed to obey, and bolted at once to do something.
Mary looked after him with a satisfied sigh.
'I've taught my hubbie what man's chief duty is: to do what his missus bids him. Beautiful morning, isn't it, sir,' she added.
Antony made no attempt to deny it.
'You seem very happy here, on the whole,' he remarked.
'Oh, very, sir. But, of course, we all look forward to something better.'
'Beyond death and the grave, eh?'
'Who said anything about death and the grave? Who's going to talk about graves on a day like this? No, sir; but hubbie and I, after a time, look forward to retiring from the show-line and taking a little poultry and milk farm. Then he'll grow fat and I'll grow lean, till we meet like, and live happy ever after. But here comes Chops.'