I'll tell you a story about that three-quarters of an ounce.

A fellow rang his bell one day after the dinner was served.

'Well,' I said, 'what's the matter ?' 'I want's my bacon,' said he.

'Well, you've got it,' said I.'No I aint,' said he.
'It's in your tin,' said I.'Taint in my tin,' said he.

Then I fetched up the cook.