The kindly and inquisitive old gentleman was interested in the messenger
boy who sat on the steps of a house, and toyed delicately with a
sandwich taken from its wrapper. With the top piece of bread carefully
removed, the boy picked out and ate a few small pieces of the chicken.
The puzzled observer questioned the lad:
"Now, sonny, why don't you eat your sandwich right down, instead of
fussing with it like that?"
The answer was explicit:
"Dasn't! 'Tain't mine."