“Do you say so, sir? And do you usually think with your mouth open⁠— snoring ?”

O’Hara started up.

“I’ll swear I did not snore!” he cried. “Molly, ’tis a wicked tease ye are!”

“Miles, ’tis a big baby you are!” she mimicked. “There is a caterpillar on your wig, and ’tis on crooked.”

“The caterpillar?” asked O’Hara, bewildered.

“No, stupid, the wig. I had best straighten it for you, I suppose.” She rose and stooped over him, settling the wig and removing the caterpillar by means of two leaves, judiciously wielded. Then she dropped a kiss on her husband’s brow and sat down at his feet.

“First, you have never asked me where I was gone to all yesterday afternoon.”