Litieet SUNSTEIN E.

 

POOR old man with a bent back
was wheeling home a basket full
of linen which his wife had washed.

“You've no business on the footway,”
said a well-dressed woman whom he met.
“The place for barrows is the road.”

The path was just a little bit narrow
there, and she had had to move aside to
make way for him; but the road was full
of great rough stones.

“Tve as much right on the path as -
you,” he answered angrily, as he wheeled
by. “I wish her back might ache like