It was the usual domestic storm.

‘Oh, dear! oh, dear! moaned wifey in tears. ‘I wish I’d taken poor
mother’s advice, and never married you!

Hubby, the strong, silent man, swung round on her quickly, and at last
found voice.

‘Did your mother try to stop you marrying me? he demanded.

Wifey nodded violently.

A look of deep remorse crossed hubby’s face.

‘Great Scott, he cried, in broken tones, ‘how I wronged that woman!