"Just a minute!" I answered and dashed into the other room.
Feverishly I opened my purse and dragged out the money William had sent back to me. As I feared, each bill was marked with Hazel's initials!
Well, it didn't take me long to figure things out, and although I was plenty enraged, I had to give William credit for a rather cute performance. He had borrowed three hundred from each of us, saw that Hazel's money was marked and promptly used it to pay me back! Not bad, what? My sense of humor rose above my anger and I handed the raging Hazel $150.
"Hazel," I says, "I don't blame you for being sore. That's the way I feel too. But I really think we might as well split William between us and charge the difference to experience!"
"And he told me we'd spend our honeymoon in Camembert!" moans Hazel, cramming away the bills and wiping her tearful eyes.
"You're crazy," I says. "Camembert's a cheese!"
"Well," says Hazel, "so was William!"
