"Not even with sugar and a dash of water ?--say, now, don't you like it that way, my boy ?" "I ain't learned to like it no ways," said Hannibal.
"You amaze me--well--well--the greater the joy to which you may reasonably aspire.

The splendid possibilities of youth are yours.

My tenderest regards, Hannibal!" and he nodded over the rim of the cracked glass his shaking hand had carried to his lips.

Twice the glass was filled and emptied, and then again, his roving, watery eyes rested meditatively on the child, who sat very erect in his chair, with his brown hands crossed in his lap.

"Personally, I can drink or not," explained the judge.