'Ha! ha! don't you know your own
husband--your Tommy?'
" 'My husband!' exclaimed Mrs. Tubbs, astonished at the fellow's
impudence. 'You, don't mean to say that you are my husband?'
" 'Of course I am,' said Thomas.
" 'Then,' said Mrs. Tubbs, 'I would have you know that my husband
is a respectable little man, not half your size.'
" 'Oh, dear!' thought Thomas. 'Well, here's a kettle of fish; my
own wife won't own me!'
" 'So I was,' he said aloud. 'I was only four feet six; but
I've--I've grown.'
" 'Grown!' Mrs. Tubbs laughed hysterically. 'That's a likely
story, when it's only an hour since my husband went into the
street as short as ever. I only wish he'd come in, I do, to
expose your imposition.'
" 'But I have grown, Mary,' said Tubbs piteously. 'I was out in
the crowd, and I couldn't see what was going on, and so I wished
I was ten feet high; and, before I knew it, I was as tall as I am
now.'
" 'No doubt,' said Mrs. Tubbs incredulously, 'As to that, all
I've got to say is, that you'd better wish yourself back again,
as I sha'n't own you as my husband till you do!'
" 'Really,' thought Mr.
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