Who is going ?" "Wrinkles," said Grief.
"Grief," said Wrinkles.
"There," said Pennoyer, coming forward and scanning a late work with an eye of satisfaction.

"There's the three glasses and the little tumbler; and then, Grief, you will have to drink out of a mug." "I'll be double-dyed black if I will!" cried Grief.

"I wouldn't drink claret out of a mug to save my soul from being pinched!" "You duffer, you talk like a bloomin' British chump on whom the sun never sets! What do you want ?" "Well, there's enough without that--what's the matter with you?
Three glasses and the little tumbler." "Yes, but if Billie Hawker comes----" "Well, let him drink out of the mug, then.

He----" "No, he won't," said Florinda suddenly.

"I'll take the mug myself." "All right, Splutter," rejoined Grief meekly.