Therefore I resolved to put my hunk of bread-and-butter down the leg of my trousers.
To-night, Joe several times invited me, by the display of his fast-diminishing slice, to enter upon our usual friendly competition; but he found me, each time, with my yellow mug of tea on one knee, and my untouched bread-and-butter on the other.
He was about to take another bite, and had just got his head on one side for a good purchase on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread-and-butter was gone.
Joe - I never thought I was going to rob Joe, for I never thought of any of the housekeeping property as his - united to the necessity of always keeping one hand on my bread-and-butter as I sat, or when I was ordered about the kitchen on any small errand, almost drove me out of my mind.
I tried it with the load upon my leg (and that made me think afresh of the man with the load on his leg), and found the tendency of exercise to bring the bread-and-butter out at my ankle, quite unmanageable.
It features two (1/2- pound) charbroiled, 100 percent Angus beef patties topped with three slices of American cheese, bread-and-butter
pickles, red onions, lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise on a toasted, seeded bun.