My! I won't do a thing to it!" The waiter placed the glasses of ale before them, and Emery eagerly grasped his.
"Here's more to-morrow," was his toast, and he seemed to toss it off at a single swallow.
"By Jawve!" drawled Paulding.

"You must be thirsty!" "I am.

Have been all day, as I said before.

It was hard stuff last night, and we went the rounds.

My head needed hooping when I arose from my downy couch this morning." "Well, you shouldn't have gotten intoxicated, in the first place," said Parker.
"I didn't.