Two women friends met after many years.
“Tell me,” said one, “What happened to your son?”
“My son? the poor, poor lad!” sighed the other.
“What an unfortunate marriage he made to a girl who won’t do a stitch of work in the house.
She won’t cook, she won’t sew, she won’t wash or clean.
All she does is sleep and loaf and read in bed.
The poor boy even has to bring her breakfast in bed, would you believe it?”
“That’s really awful!”
“And what about your daughter?”
“Ah, now she’s the lucky one! She married an angel.
He won’t let her do anything in the house.
He has servants to do the cooking ...