Teacher. "And Ruth walked behind the reapers, picking up the corn that they left. John, what do we call that?"
John (very virtuously). "Pinching."
A SHIP IN A BOTTLE.
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,
Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,
And the breezes come bringing off basin and pond
And all the piled acres of lumber beyond