The wife of the profiteer discoursed largely on the luxuries of the new country estate.
"And, of course," she vouchsafed, "we have all the usual animals--horses, cows, sheep, pigs, hens, and so forth."
"Oh, hens!" the listener gushed. "Then you'll have fresh eggs."
"Really, I'm not sure. The hens can work, if they like, but of course in our position, it's quite unnecessary--er, perhaps not quite suitable, you know."
