Mrs. Alfred Packer is courting trouble, subtly criticizing hippyhubby Wild Bill like that.
"Our small house," as if hinting Wild Bill could do better.
"Fortunately he asks for it about once every couple of months," as if hinting it's really a drag, and Mrs. Alfred Packer prefers that Wild Bill not ask for it at all, ever.
Wild Bill's probably sizing up Mrs. Alfred Packer, wondering how much mutton she'll make.
Things haven't been going well in the hippyhousehold, especially on the financial front; it's apparent Wild Bill has gotten competition in his still-building business, his brother-in-law with the forked chin surreptitiously taking away some of Mrs. Alfred Packer's husband's customers.
franksolich senses a new story emerging.
The other evening, the whole Packer clan gathered at Mrs. Alfred Packer's for Sunday evening supper, but that's a story for another time.