"Hungry, hungry!" wailed Yossele. "I want to eat!"
Shmuel hastily opened the hand-bag, and then for the first time he saw what had really happened: the bottle had broken, and the milk was flooding the bag; the rolls and bananas were soaked, and the pineapple (a damaged one to begin with) looked too nasty for words. Sarah caught sight of the bag, and was so angry, she was at a loss how to wreak vengeance on her husband. She was ashamed to scream and scold in the presence of other people, but she went up to him, and whispered fervently into his ear, "The same to you, my good man!"
The children continued to clamor for food.
"I'll go to the refreshment counter and buy a glass of milk and a few rolls," said Shmuel to his wife.
"Have you actually some money left?" asked Sarah. "I thought it had all been spent on the picnic."
"There are just five cents over."
"Well, then go and be quick about it. The poor things are starving."
Shmuel went to the refreshment stall, and asked the price of a glass of milk and a few rolls.
"Twenty cents, mister," answered the waiter.
Shmuel started as if he had burnt his finger, and returned to his wife more crestfallen than ever.