But he let her have the bag, and Miss Allen looked inside.

There were some dried prunes that looked like lumps of dirty dough, and six dilapidated doughnuts in a mess of jelly, and a small glass jar of honey.
"I couldn't get the cover off," the Kid explained, "'theut I busted it, and then it would all spill like the jelly.

Gee I-I wish I had a beefsteak under my belt!" Miss Allen leaned over with her elbows on the bank and laughed and laughed.

Miss Allen was closer to hysterics than she had ever been in her life.

The Kid looked at her in astonishment and turned to Silver, standing with drooping head beside the bank.