Vedder.
Come, Rip, sit down, take a pipe and a glass and make yourself comfortable.
Rip.
[Nine, nine—ech con neiched—][12] it behoves a man to look after his interest unt not drink all de while, I shall den be able to manage—
Vedder.
Your wife, Rip?
Rip.
Manage mine [frow][13]? Can you fly to de moon on a [paper][14] kite? Can you drink all de beer and brandy-wine at one gulp? when you can do dat, mine goot [im himmel][15] you can manage mine [frow]. [All laugh.[16]
Rory.
Take one glass, Rip.[17]