"It—it was written to you all the way through. Do you understand?"
"I understand. But where does the insult to you come in?"
"It—it came in the p-p-postscript," cried the wife, bursting into fresh floods of briny. "It s-said: 'P-P-P. S.—D-dear Flora, d-don't f-fail to give this l-letter to Harry. I w-want him to have it.'"
"By jove, I left my purse under the pillow!"
"Oh, well, your servant is honest, isn't she?"
"That's just it. She'll take it to my wife."
There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late
She finds some honest gander for her mate.