They billed and they cooed on their arms, rising fresh in the morning to battle, and often Samoa got more than a hen-pecking.

To be short, Annatoo was a Tartar, a regular Calmuc, and Samoa--Heaven help him--her husband.
Yet awhile, joined together by a sense of common danger, and long engrossed in turning over their tinsel acquisitions without present thought of proprietorship, the pair refrained from all squabbles.

But soon burst the storm.

Having given every bale and every case a good shaking, Annatoo, making an estimate of the whole, very coolly proceeded to set apart for herself whatever she fancied.

To this, Samoa objected; to which objection Annatoo objected; and then they went at it.
The lady vowed that the things were no more Samoa's than hers; nay, not so much; and that whatever she wanted, that same would she have.