I had always been used to an easy-chair, and it was one of her most delightful dreams to see me in a real nice one, comfortably smoking my pipe in my own house, after eating my own delicious little supper in company with my own dear wife.

We selected the chair, and then we were about to order the things sent out to our future home, when I happened to think that we had no bed.

I called Euphemia's attention to the fact.
She was thunderstruck.
"I never thought of that," she said.

"We shall have to give up the stove." "Not at all," said I, "we can't do that.

We must give up the easy-chair." "Oh, that would be too bad," said she.