his wife's, found an unreceipted, unvouched for expenditure of twenty thousand dollars. "What is this for, Jessie?" he asked.
"Oh, it's all right, Jeff!"
But here the now business-like and practical Mr. Briggs, father of a family, felt called upon to make some general remarks regarding the necessity of exactitude in accounts, etc.
"But I'd rather not tell you, Jeff."
"But you ought to, Jessie."
"Well then, dear, it was to get those saddle-bags of yours from that rascal, Dodd," said little Mrs. Briggs meekly.
End of Project Gutenberg Etext Jeff Briggs's Love Story, by Bret Harte