"Nonsense." She glanced at the comb in his hand, "Where did you get this comb?"
"I stole it." He grinned, raising the comb in his hand, and handed it to her, "Wife, it's for you."
She didn't take it, "You've been a robber? I don't want something stolen."
"If I were a robber, then you would be a robber's wife." He grabbed her little hand and wrapped it around the comb, "The other day when I came back late from selling goods, I went to town not only to buy a jin of pork but mainly to buy this comb for you."
