I think the answer is obvious. She is, of course Sheila. She sells sea shells down by the seashore. She is married to Peter who raised peppers that he pickled. One day Sheila found a small chest at the beach, buried in the sand. Inside were some shiny silver shekels. She was happy about this, to say the least. Her sea shell sales and Peter’s pickled pepper peddling weren’t doing so well and this was wealth they could use.
Sheila speculated seriously about where she should stash the shiny silver shekels until they would be spent. Peter piped in that putting them in the padding of the pillows and mattress would be a great spot. So they opened a pillow and piled the plunder into it. That didn’t work. They now had a pillow that pounded their pates when they tried to use it. It also showed a shimmery silhouette of the shiny silver shekels.
They then thought through the teaser they had. Maybe moving the money to the mattress? The shiny silver shekels should spread out sufficiently so the shekels wouldn’t show. They breached the bed to stash the shekels. It worked! But they saw some situation with stashing the shiny silver shekels there. Stripping the sheets to survey their secret stash would be silly. What if they slit the sheets? Success! And sitting on slitted sheets suffused Sheila with such satisfactions she shouted!
To celebrate their cleverness, the couple chose to cook some chilis. As Peter pared the pickled peppers into pieces, Sheila stoked the stove. But they were out of Pam for the pan. Sheila sprinted to the neighbor’s house to borrow some butter. The neighbor’s name was Betty. Betty bought the butter but found it was too bitter for baking but Sheila surmised it would suffice for sautéing.