“He dislikes everything,” says Mrs. Sneaze. “Well, anyway I’m sure he doesn’t dislike his wife.” Tatara makes an unexpected sally. “I dislike her most of all.” My master’s comment is extremely terse. Mrs. Sneaze turns slightly away and her face stiffens, but she then looks back at her husband and says, as if she thought she were getting a good dig in at him, “I suppose you’ll be saying next that you dislike living.” “True,” came his off-hand answer, taking the wind clean out of her sails, “I don’t like living much.” He’s way past praying for.
