Show F Hed He'd Too r r I There was nn an n air of unrest In the sitting Tones Jones wanted wonted to rend his paper but Mrs Jones preferred to talk I 1 lie stood It for lor some time Then he threw the paper angrily on the tho floor and faced laced his Ills wife Look here herel I he snapped Whenever Whenever When ever Im I'm at nt lione Poste youre you're either hammering hammering ham horn mering away nt ot the piano or else your tongue runs on like a mill It wasn't so before we were wera married You were quiet enough then Of course I was os retorted Mrs Jones n tore we were ere married you were always holding my hands and andI I 1 couldn't play and you kept my ray lips so busy that I J couldn't talk tolk |