It never will stick to me.

I don't know why, but it never will.
I've had my luck, too.

Oh, laws! I might have had my house, just as grand as Polly Hooker this moment, only I never could stick to it like Tom Crinkett.

I've drank cham--paign out of buckets;--I have.' 'I'd rather have a pot of beer out of the pewter,' said Caldigate.
'Very like.

One doesn't drink cham--paign because it's better nor anything else.