But he is my husband, and I must make the best of him." "If you don't like him," suggested the Tin Woodman, "Captain Fyter and I can chop him up with our axe and sword, and each take such parts of the fellow as belong to him.

Then we are willing for you to select one of us as your husband." "That is a good idea," approved Captain Fyter, drawing his sword.
"No," said Nimmie Amee; "I think I'll keep the husband I now have.

He is now trained to draw the water and carry in the wood and hoe the cabbages and weed the flower-beds and dust the furniture and perform many tasks of a like character.

A new husband would have to be scolded--and gently chided--until he learns my ways.

So I think it will be better to keep my Chopfyt, and I see no reason why you should object to him.