It's so delightfully novel, you see--conspiring to make your husband find his friends all by himself--so that when he has found them he'll come to you with a beaming smile and say, 'Woman, I bring you wealth and fame and friends in abundance.

Take them, love, and bless me--for I have done all this for you.'" Ethel smiled.

"I don't like you to joke about it," she said.
"Very well," he agreed, "let's get back to the serious work of his resurrection.

You asked me to recruit other brisk diggers, and I've hunted about quite a bit.

There's that chap Crothers and his wife, but so far they're the best I can do--and the Crothers pair seem rather blind.