3/28 I hope you won't mind drinking out of our glass. We can't wash it, you know--unless we rinse it out with a little ginger-beer.' 'Don't ye do it, miss,' he said eagerly; 'never waste good liquor on washing.' The glass was beside us on the wall. Oswald filled it with ginger-beer and handed down the foaming tankard to the tramp. He had to lie on his young stomach to do this. He said-- 'Here's to you!' before he drank. |