Mrs.Sumfit ventured to think aloud that his grog was not stiff enough, but he took a gulp under her eyes, and smacked his lips after it in a most convincing manner.
"Ah! that stuff wouldn't do for me in London, half-holiday or no half-holiday," said Anthony.
"Why not ?" the farmer asked.
"I should be speculating--deep--couldn't hold myself in: Mexicans, Peroovians, Venzeshoolians, Spaniards, at 'em I should go.

I see bonds in all sorts of colours, Spaniards in black and white, Peruvians--orange, Mexicans--red as the British army.

Well, it's just my whim.

If I like red, I go at red.

I ain't a bit of reason.