on standing for a gorilla of a husband like me."
And she says all right, by God she'II do it!
And we seesaw back and forth, and I kind of apologizes, and she says she didn't mean it, and then we really gets down to business.
"But just the same," she says, "I'm not going to have that dog in the house again! You've not got the least consideration for my feelings. You talk so much about your dear old friends, like this horrible Joe Minchin, but you never give one moment's thought to what I need or like. You don't know what the word 'thoughtfulness' means."
"All right, I'll look it up in the dictionary," I says. "And speaking of thoughtfulness," I says, "when I was going out last night, I found you'd been using my safety razor and hadn't cleaned it, and I was in a hurry and you'd neglected— By God," I says, "when I was a boy, a man had his sweaters to himself, without his wife or sister calmly up and using 'em, and he had his razor to
