"He shouldn't read so much. He'll ruin his health. It's Sunday, after all."
"No use telling me. You'll have to tell him yourself."
"That I'll do, but ..." As he's talking, he surveys the room. "I don't see any young ladies today," he remarks in part to the wife. As soon as he does so, Tonko and Sunko come rushing out from the next room.
"Tatara-san, did you bring us sushi?" Tonko, the older one, remembering his promise of the other day, presses him straightaway. Sanpei scratches his head.
"I see you remembered. I'll bring it next time. I forgot it today," he confesses.
"How could you?" the older one asks. "How could you?" her younger sister follows suit. The wife, her mood finally lightening, floats a slight smile.
"I didn't bring sushi, but how about those yams? Did you try them?"
"What yams?" the older sister asks. "What yams?" her younger sister echoes again.
"You haven't tried them yet? Have your mother cook some up. Karatsu yams aren't like Tōkyō yams. You're in for a real treat." Sanpei puts in a proud word for his home region.
"Tatara-san, it was so kind of you to bring those by the other day," the wife adds, as if only now remembering.
"How were they? Did you try some? I packed 'em tight in a special box to keep 'em from breaking. I take it they're still intact?"
"To tell the truth, after all your effort, we lost those yams to a burglar."
"A burglar? The guy must be a nutball. Either that or he's crazy 'bout yams." Sanpei is somewhat beside himself.
"Mother, was a burglar here?" the older sister asks.
"Yes, dear," the wife replies gently.