We haven't had a drop of beer in three weeks." "We can't afford it.

It's fifteen cents a bottle." "But I haven't had a swallow of beer in three weeks." "Drink STEAM beer, then.

You've got a nickel.

I gave you a quarter day before yesterday." "But I don't like steam beer now." It was so with everything.

Unfortunately, Trina had cultivated tastes in McTeague which now could not be gratified.