"Oh, but it's all broken! What shall we do?"
"See here!" said Jack, lifting the cover of the large basket; "mother has sent Aunt Betsy two; we can take one of them for grannie."
"Why, Jack, are you in earnest?"
"Well, it's the best I can do. I can't mend it, and I can't make a new one."
"Let us go back, then, and get another."
"Go back! why, Nannie, it's all you can do to walk now; you're limping away like crazy Sam."
"Don't make me laugh," said Nannie, laughing all the time through her tears; "my foot hurts me so, I can hardly walk."
Jack's fun was all gone in a minute, as he shouldered his big basket, and lifted Nannie on his little hand-barrow.
"O Jack! you can't carry the basket and drag me too!"
"Yes, I can,—and hundreds more like you."