"He said he'd drop in to-night." "Out in fuel-house with grandfather William," said Jimmy.
"Now let's see what we can do," was heard spoken about this time by the tranter in a private voice to the barrel, beside which he had again established himself, and was stooping to cut away the cork.
"Reuben, don't make such a mess o' tapping that barrel as is mostly made in this house," Mrs.Dewy cried from the fireplace.

"I'd tap a hundred without wasting more than you do in one.

Such a squizzling and squirting job as 'tis in your hands! There, he always was such a clumsy man indoors." "Ay, ay; I know you'd tap a hundred beautiful, Ann--I know you would; two hundred, perhaps.

But I can't promise.

This is a' old cask, and the wood's rotted away about the tap-hole.