Such men have minds that never grew up.
When our household was dissolving and we were packing our baggage for America, I tried to break up the plan by hiding under the bed.

Mother took the feather ticks off the two bedsteads and bundled them up to take to America.

Then she reached under the bedstead and pulled me out by the heels.

She sold the bedsteads to a neighbor.

And so our household ended in Wales and we were on our way to establish a new one in a far country.
As I said before, the feather beds were mother's measure of wealth.
Before she was married she had begun saving for her first feather bed.
It had taken a long time to acquire these two tickfuls of downy goose feathers.