"It stings like everything." "Great BEER, ain't ut ?" shouted Marcus.
"Now, Mark," remonstrated Trina in a low voice.

"Now, Mark, you just shut up; that isn't funny any more.

I don't want you should make fun of Mac.

He called it beer on purpose.

I guess HE knows." Throughout the meal old Miss Baker had occupied herself largely with Owgooste and the twins, who had been given a table by themselves--the black walnut table before which the ceremony had taken place.