Rennsdale when he should get the matter before her--he was inclined to
believe she would favour the exchange. As for Talleyrand Penrod himself,
he was going to dance that cotillon with Marjorie Jones!

"You can have all you can drink at one pull, M'rice," said Penrod
kindly.

"You said I could have all I want!" protested Maurice, reaching for the
bottle.

"No, I didn't," returned Penrod quickly, holding it away from the eager
hand.

"He did, too! Didn't he, Sam?"

Sam could not reply; his eyes, fixed upon the bottle, protruded
strangely.

"You heard him--didn't you, Sam?"

"Well, if I did say it I didn't mean it!" said Penrod hastily, quoting
from one of the authorities. "Looky here, M'rice," he continued,
assuming a more placative and reasoning tone, "that wouldn't be fair to
us. I guess we want some of our own lickrish water, don't we? The bottle
ain't much over two-thirds full anyway. What I meant was, you can have
all you can drink at one pull."

"How do you mean?"

"Why, this way: you can gulp all you want, so long as you keep