Dick was lounging in a chair.
"Hillo!" said he, lazily, observing his wife's frowning face.

"What's the gal been doin', hey ?" "What's she been doing ?" repeated Peg.

"I should like to know what she hasn't been doing.

She's refused to go in and buy gingerbread of the baker." "Look here, little gal," said Dick, in a moralizing vein, "isn't this rayther undootiful conduct on your part?
Ain't it a piece of ingratitude, when Peg and I go to the trouble of earning the money to pay for gingerbread for you to eat, that you ain't even willin' to go in and buy it ?" "I would just as lieve go in," said Ida, "if Peg would give me good money to pay for it." "That don't make any difference," said the admirable moralist.

"It's your dooty to do just as she tells you, and you'll do right.