I remember once of offering a lady from Eau Claire a slice of bread and a
half of a red onion in a railroad car. She looked hungry, and yet she said
she didn't care to eat. Thinking she had a delicacy about accepting food
at the hands of one who was almost a stranger to her, I turned the bread
and onion into her lap, and said she was entirely welcome to it. What did
she do? Instead of eating it, and thanking me, she threw it out of the
window, and went and sat by the stove. I was never so offended in my life.
That woman may see the time she will want that onion, and I would see her
almost perish of starvation before she could have any more of my onion.