She began to be sorry she had refused to help her husband, sorry she had brought matters to such an issue.

One afternoon as she was at work on the Noah's ark animals, she surprised herself crying over the affair.

She loved her "old bear" too much to do him an injustice, and perhaps, after all, she had been in the wrong.

Then it occurred to her how pretty it would be to come up behind him unexpectedly, and slip the money, thirty-five dollars, into his hand, and pull his huge head down to her and kiss his bald spot as she used to do in the days before they were married.
Then she hesitated, pausing in her work, her knife dropping into her lap, a half-whittled figure between her fingers.

If not thirty-five dollars, then at least fifteen or sixteen, her share of it.