At that time, also, my wife Anna earned money at women's work. She used to send what she made to the owners and they would pay wages to her.
One day, the seventh of Dystrus, when she cut off a piece she had woven and sent it to the owners, they paid her full wages and also gave her a young goat for a meal.
When she returned to me, the goat began to bleat. So I called her and said,
"Where did you get this goat?
It is surely not stolen, is it? Return it to the owners; for we have no right to eat anything stolen."
But she said to me,
"It was given to me as a gift in addition to my wages."
But I did not believe her, and told her to return it to the owners. I became flushed with anger against her over this.
Then she replied to me,
"Where are your acts of charity? Where are your righteous deeds? These things are known about you!"