As for Talleyrand Penrod himself, he was going to dance that cotillon with Marjorie Jones! "You can have all you can drink at one pull, M'rice," said Penrod kindly.
"You said I could have all I want!" protested Maurice, reaching for the bottle.
"No, I didn't," returned Penrod quickly, holding it away from the eager hand.
"He did, too! Didn't he, Sam ?" Sam could not reply; his eyes, fixed upon the bottle, protruded strangely.
"You heard him--didn't you, Sam ?" "Well, if I did say it I didn't mean it!" said Penrod hastily, quoting from one of the authorities.

"Looky here, M'rice," he continued, assuming a more placative and reasoning tone, "that wouldn't be fair to us.

I guess we want some of our own lickrish water, don't we?
The bottle ain't much over two-thirds full anyway.

What I meant was, you can have all you can drink at one pull." "How do you mean ?" "Why, this way: you can gulp all you want, so long as you keep swallering; but you can't take the bottle out of your mouth and commence again.

Soon's you quit swallering it's Sam's turn." "No; you can have next, Penrod," said Sam.
"Well, anyway, I mean M'rice has to give the bottle up the minute he stops swallering." Craft appeared upon the face of Maurice, like a poster pasted on a wall.
"I can drink so long I don't stop swallering ?" "Yes; that's it." "All right!" he cried.