I shall get over it.' She wrenched herself away, gave Daniel a smart slap on the back, and ran round to the other side of the table, where she kissed Emma affectionately.
'How thirsty I am!' she exclaimed.

'You haven't drunk all the beer, I hope.' 'I'm not so sure of that,' Dan replied.

'Why, there ain't more than 'arf a pint; that's not much use for a Royal 'Ighness.' She poured it into a glass.

Alice reached across the table, raised the glass to her lips, and--emptied it.

Then she threw off hat, tippet, and gloves, and seated herself But in a moment she was up and at the cupboard.
'Now, mother, you don't--you _don't_ say as there's not a pickle!' Her tone was deeply reproachful.
'Why, there now,' replied her mother, laughing; 'I knew what it 'ud be! I meant to a' got them last night.