Why, the women in the town would hoot you, and you wouldn't dare show your face in the streets.

You insist, indeed! Why, you miserable little man, my fingers are tingling now.

Say another word to me and I will box your ears till you won't know whether you are standing on your head or your heels." The mayor was a small man, while Dame Anthony, although not above the usual height, was plump and strong; and her crestfallen spouse felt that she was capable of carrying her threat into execution.

He therefore thought it prudent to make no reply, and his angry wife swept from the room.
It was some time before the mayor descended to his shop.

In the interval he had thought the matter over, and had concluded that it would be best for him to let his wife have her way.