It was a terrible bone-chilling night, blowing cold and snow in a most frightful manner when a little old bedraggled man went to a bakery shop and said: “May I have two bagels, please?”

The baker said in astonishment, “Two bagels? Nothing more?”

“That’s right,” answered the little man. “One for me and one for Sherry.” “And who is Sherry, your wife?” asked the baker. “What do you think,” snapped the man, “that my mother would send me out on a night like this?”