"I don't see how any girl could as hadn't the digestion of an ostrich." Ethelbertha looked puzzled.

"But what has digestion got to do with it ?" she asked.
"A pretty good deal, mum," answered Amenda, "when you're thinking of marrying a man as can't make a sausage fit to eat." "But, surely," exclaimed Ethelbertha, "you don't mean to say you're breaking off the match because you don't like his sausages!" "Well, I suppose that's what it comes to," agreed Amenda, unconcernedly.
"What an awful idea!" sighed poor Ethelbertha, after a long pause.

"Do you think you ever really loved him ?" "Oh yes," said Amenda, "I loved him right enough, but it's no good loving a man that wants you to live on sausages that keep you awake all night." "But does he want you to live on sausages ?" persisted Ethelbertha.
"Oh, he doesn't say anything about it," explained Amenda; "but you know what it is, mum, when you marry a pork butcher; you're expected to eat what's left over.

That's the mistake my poor cousin Eliza made.

She married a muffin man.