If they be jilted, they drink for the contrary reason.

And if they haven't anything to do at all, why, they take a drink, secure in the knowledge that when they have taken a sufficient number of drinks the maggots will start crawling in their brains and they will have their hands full with things to do.

When they are sober they want to drink; and when they have drunk they want to drink more.
Of course, as fellow comrades, Scotty and I were called in for the drinking.

We helped to make a hole in that fifty dollars not yet received.

The afternoon, from just an ordinary common summer Sunday afternoon, became a gorgeous, purple afternoon.