An old couple came in from the country, with a big basket of lunch, to see the circus. The lunch was heavy. The old wife was carrying it. As they crossed a street, the husband held out his hand and said, “Gimme that basket, Hannah.”
The poor old woman surrendered the basket with a grateful look.
“That’s real kind o’ ye, Joshua,” she quavered.
“Kind!” grunted the old man. “I wuz afeared ye’d git lost.”
