William turned, emptied his glass at a gulp, and began to mix a second.
"There, there; you never look so well as when you're angered,
'Lizabeth."
"'Twas a coward's trick," she panted.
"Christmas-time, you spitfire. So you ain't married yet? Lord! I don't wonder they fight shy of you; you'd be a handful, my vixen, for any man to tame. How's the old man?"
"He'll never be better."
"Like enough at his age. Is he hard set against me?"
"We've never spoke of you for years now, till to-night."
"To-night? That's queer. I've a mind to tip up a stave to let him know
I'm about. I will, too. Let me see—"
"When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hooray! Hoo—"
"Don't, don't! Oh, why did you come back to-night, of all nights?"