Butt-woman

My thoughts always revert to the angry butt-woman when the second chapter of St. James' Epistle is read in its ordinary course.

"It was more like a funeral than a wedding," said the butt-woman, who was the sole spectator of the ceremony, with the exception of the bride's uncle and aunt, told her friends afterwards.

The butt-woman was just setting forth the need of money for church repairs but she interrupted herself when she found me studying monuments.