“And that troubles you, darling?”
Without replying, he laid three potatoes on the table.
“I told you to get four.”
“These are the last.”
“Isn’t there a second barrel?”
“No.”
“Why, Patsy! We both saw it!”
“That’s where I was a fool. I took it for granted the other barrel held potatoes because it looked like the first one.”
“But it was full of something.”
“Yes, but not potatoes. It is crockery, glassware, a magnificent table-set. Old Sèvres, I should say.”