Which she might have seen, as she threw him aside;
But it wasn’t on record the Lady tried,
So some of him lived—but the most of him died—
Even as you and I.”
* * *
The Wrong Button
In a crowded omnibus a stout woman vainly endeavored to get her fare out of the pocket of her cloak, which was tightly buttoned as a precaution against pickpockets.
After she had been working in vain for some minutes, a gentleman seated on her right said: “Please allow me to pay your fare.”
The lady declined and recommenced her attacks on the pocket.
After these had continued for some little time her fellow-passenger said: “You really must let me pay your fare. You have already undone my suspenders three times and I cannot stand it any longer.”