When Mark Twain was an impoverished young reporter in Virginia City, he
was walking along the street one day with a cigar box under his arm.
He encountered a wealthy lady he knew, who said to him reproachfully,
"You promised me that you would give up smoking."
"Madam," replied Twain, "this box does not contain cigars.
I'm just moving."
The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes