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Updated: May 25, 2025
The nice old women in the Worcestershire sunbonnets came to see them start, and, well supplied with stone gingerbeer from the Queen's Head Queen Elizabeth's head, as it happens off they went, Gregory beside Kink, and Hester inside reading Hans Andersen's story of the nightingale.
"I don't want his friendship, because he's not good to mother. He served her very badly. I understand things a lot better than you might think." "Well, don't spoil your lunch," she said. "We'll talk afterwards. Are you ready for another bottle of gingerbeer? I don't like this gingerbeer out of glass bottles. I like it out of stone bottles."
Some witty person has said that German science consists in demonstrating over again with enormously elaborate apparatus what an Englishman has already made plain enough to any sensible person with the aid of a gingerbeer bottle and an old sardine tin. But I suspect there is another side to the question.
Dad took the horse out of the dray and tied him to a tree. Dave led Bess about, and we stood and watched the shanty-keeper unpacking gingerbeer. Joe asked Dad for sixpence to buy some, but Dad had n't any small change. We remained in front of the booth through most of the day, and ran after any corks that popped out and handed them in again to the shanty-keeper.
Special trains were run from the neighbouring city to accommodate the crowds that came nightly to wait in the moonlight and listen; and an enterprising trader set up a stall, and sold gingerbeer. The story ends there, but I like it, don't you? especially the gingerbeer part of it. It was told me by one who remembers the circumstance.
However a happy instinct led her to suggest a visit to a shop that sold brandy-snaps and gingerbeer; and this was too much for his strength of mind. Golly, didn't he have a tuck-in! And a whole pound of bull's-eyes to take back with him to school!
So when Bill Thomson the man what runs it sees us coming, he looks mighty solemn, and we all knew what he's going to say, and he says it. 'Ah, he says, 'there's the Turnpikes what's going to drink up me last drop of tea and all me gingerbeer. Well' and then he heaves a great sigh 'let 'em come let 'em all come: it'll ruin me, I know, but somebody always has-ter go under.
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