Our village carpenter , John Hill, came one day and made a dining table for my wife. He made it just the right size to fill the space between the two windows. When I got home that evening, John was drinking a cup of tea and writing out his bill for the job. 

My wife said to me quietly, "It's his ninth cup of tea today." But she said in a loud voice, "It is a beautiful table, dear, isn't it?" 

"I will decide about that when I see the bill, " I read: 

One dining table, 10 November, 1989. 

Cost of wood: $17.00 

Paint: $1.50 

Work: 8 hours ($1 an hour) $8.00 

Total: $36.50 

When I was looking at the bill, John said, "It's been a fine day, hasn't it? Quite sunny." "Yes," I said, "I'm glad it is only the 10thof November." 

"Me, too," said John. "You wait. It'll be a lot colder by the end of the month." 

"Yes, colder.... And more expensive! Dining tables will be $20 more expensive on November 30th, won't they, John?" John looked hard at me for half a minute. Was there a little smile in his two blue eyes? I gave his bill back to him. 

"If it isn't too much trouble, John," I said, "Please add it up again and you can forget the date." 

I paid him $26.50and he was happy to get it.
Did the husband come home in the afternoon?
When I got home that evening