I have another invitation to-night, shall I go?
Guess I will.

All the world is at these two last places, I reckin there will be breathin' room at the next; and I want an ice cream to cool my coppers, shockin' bad .-- Creation! It is wus than ever; this party beats t'other ones all holler.

They ain't no touch to it.

I'll jist go and make a scrape to old uncle and aunty, and then cut stick; for I hante strength to swiggle my way through another mob.
"'You had better get in fust, though, hadn't you, Sam?
for here you are agin wracked, by gosh, drove right slap ashore atween them two fat women, and fairly wedged in and bilged.

You can't get through, and can't get out, if you was to die for it.' 'Can't I though?
I'll try; for I never give in, till I can't help it.