I will make sure of your taking it all home again, by leaving it here in more trustworthy hands than yours until we ride back.

Bessie, my dear, what do you say to that as a lesson in economy inflicted on a prudent husband by a spendthrift wife ?" She took Mr.Knifton's arm while she spoke, and drew him away to the door.

He protested and made some resistance, but she easily carried her point, for he was far too fond of her to have a will of his own in any trifling matter between them.

Whatever the men might say, Mr.Knifton was a model husband in the estimation of all the women who knew him.
"You will see us as we come back, Bessie.

Till then, you are our banker, and the pocketbook is yours," cried Mrs.Knifton, gayly, at the door.
Her husband lifted her into the saddle, mounted himself, and away they both galloped over the moor as wild and happy as a couple of children.
Although my being trusted with money by Mrs.Knifton was no novelty (in her maiden days she always employed me to pay her dress-maker's bills), I did not feel quite easy at having a pocketbook full of bank-notes left by her in my charge.