Put Hid Foot In It

Put His Foot In It

Mrs. Ferguson reached over, took a long dark hair off her husband's shoulder and held it up for his inspection.

"That," he said, angry at her implied suspicion, "is from the horse's mane. I have just been currying him."

"What made you suppose," she asked haughtily. "that I thought it was anything else?"

At which he shrunk back behind his newspaper again, feeling as if he had kicked hard at something and missed it.