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Some of the dashing young men in stand-up collars and extensive neck-ties, encouraged by Mr. Geordie, made quite free with the "Madary," and even induced some of the more stylish girls not of the mansion-house set, but of the tip-top two-story families to taste a little.
"Sally!" said the Colonel, in a voice that was a little husky, for he had finished off the evening with an extra glass or two of "Madary," and had a somewhat rusty and headachy sense of renewed existence, on greeting the rather advanced dawn, "Sally!" "Take care o' them custard-cups! There they go!" Poor Mrs.
"Deacon Soper," said the Colonel, "here is some Madary Judge Thornton recommends. Let me fill you a glass of it." The Deacon's eyes glistened. He was one of those consistent Christians who stick firmly by the first miracle and Paul's advice to Timothy. "A little good wine won't hurt anybody," said the Deacon. "Plenty, plenty, plenty. There!"
"Why? said I, wondering what extravagance the old man had fallen into. "Nuffin', sah; but if it don't putty quick dar's gwineter be trouble. Dese yer gemmen on de av'nue is gittin' ugly. When I got dar Madary de udder day de tall one warn't gwineter gib it to me, pass-book or no pass-book. On'y de young one say he'd seen de colonel, an' he was a gemmen an" all right, I wouldn't 'a' got it at all.
"Deacon Soper," said the Colonel, "here is some Madary Judge Thornton recommends. Let me fill you a glass of it." The Deacon's eyes glistened. He was one of those consistent Christians who stick firmly by the first miracle and Paul's advice to Timothy. "A little good wine won't hurt anybody," said the Deacon. "Plenty, plenty, plenty. There!"
"Sally!" said the Colonel, in a voice that was a little husky, for he had finished off the evening with an extra glass or two of "Madary," and had a somewhat rusty and headachy sense of renewed existence, on greeting the rather advanced dawn, "Sally!" "Take care o' them custard-cups! There they go!" Poor Mrs.
"Sally!" said the Colonel, in a voice that was a little husky, for he had finished off the evening with an extra glass or two of "Madary," and had a somewhat rusty and headachy sense of renewed existence, on greeting the rather advanced dawn, "Sally!" "Take care o' them custard-cups! There they go!" Poor Mrs.
'Chad, he says, 'go out an' git six mo' bottles of dat old Madary; an' 'Chad, don't forgit de sweet ile; an' 'Chad, is we got claret enough to last ober Sunday? an' not a cent in de house. I ain't slep' none for two nights, worritin' ober dis business, an' I'm mos' crazy." I laid down my knife and fork and looked up.
Ole groun'-hog mighty comf'ble in de hole." And he heaped up another pile of shells. "Fust night de jedge come he tol' de colonel dat Miss Nancy say we all got to come home when de month's up, railroad or no railroad. Dat was a week ago. Den de jedge tasted dat Madary Mister Grocerman sent, an' I ain't yerd nuffin' 'bout goin' home since. Is you yerd, Major?"
"Deacon Soper," said the Colonel, "here is some Madary Judge Thornton recommends. Let me fill you a glass of it." The Deacon's eyes glistened. He was one of those consistent Christians who stick firmly by the first miracle and Paul's advice to Timothy. "A little good wine won't hurt anybody," said the Deacon. "Plenty, plenty, plenty. There!"
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