As we had foreseen, there were plenty of thirsty people walking along the Dover Road, and even some from the cross-road.
We had had the pleasure of seeing nineteen tumblers drained to the dregs ere we tasted any ourselves.

Nobody asked for tea.
More people went by than we gave lemonade to.

Some wouldn't have it because they were too grand.

One man told us he could pay for his own liquor when he was dry, which, praise be, he wasn't over and above, at present; and others asked if we hadn't any beer, and when we said 'No', they said it showed what sort we were--as if the sort was not a good one, which it is.
And another man said, 'Slops again! You never get nothing for nothing, not this side of heaven you don't.

Look at the bloomin' blue ribbon on 'em! Oh, Lor'!' and went on quite sadly without having a drink.
Our Pig-man who helped us on the Tower of Mystery day went by and we hailed him, and explained it all to him and gave him a drink, and asked him to call as he came back.