'Oh, hang it all, let's be democratic,' put in Henry, grinning. 'It's only your joie de vivre and natural bonhomie, isn't it, Elizabeth?'
'Not 'arf,' replied Elizabeth. 'Well,' she added a moment later as she raised her glass, ''ere's to us, all of us, an' may we never want nothin', none of us—nor me neither.'
[Illustration: 'Ere's to us, all of us!']
I saw that Henry was grappling with the construction of the sentence, and it was a full minute and a half before he gave it up. Then he lifted his glass. 'Thank you, Elizabeth,' he said, 'and the same to you.'