They had not been married very long, and that complete blissful trust which young husbands and wives have in each other had not yet been broken. But one morning wifie meekly remarked: “I mended that hole in your trouser pocket last night after you had gone to bed, John, dear. Now am I not a thoughtful wife?”
Her husband dubiously replied: “Well — er — ye-es, you are thoughtful enough, my dear. But how the mischief did you discover there was a hole in my pocket?”