"I do that now."
The boy was very small and the load he was pushing in the wheelbarrow was very, very big.
A benevolent old gentleman, putting down his bundles, lent him a helping hand.
"Really, my boy," he puffed, "I don't see how you manage to get that barrow up the gutters alone."
"I don't," replied the appreciative kid. "Dere's always some jay a-standin' round as takes it up for me."—Puck.
MRS. CASEY—"Me sister writes me that every bottle in that box we sent her was broken. Are you sure yez printed 'This side up, with care' on it!"
CASEY—"Oi am. An' for fear they shouldn't see it on the top, Oi printed it on the bottom, as well."