It's taken 'bout half-a-pint to loosen your tongue so that it'd run this way.

I know you." "No, I've not found a spoonful.

The eloquence of thirst is the only inspiration I have at present.

I fain would stay its cravings by quaffing a beaker of mountain-distilled hair-curler.

Mayhap this humble receptacle contains yet a few drops which escaped thy ravenous thirst." Kent turned the canteen upside down and placed its mouth upon his tongue.