Gives rust a drubbin’.”
John. (After a long pull at the jug.) Ah, that’s good! The raal Holland, sweetened to taste, and rousing hot! Take a pull, Jarius?
Jarius. No, I thank ye.
John. (Takes a drink.) Ah! Here, Will. (Passes jug to Will, who grasps it eagerly, and drinks.)
Jarius. Sho! Yeou ain’t a going to drink that stuff!
Will. Stuff? Hullo!
John. Stuff? Hear the critter!
Hannah. Stuff, indeed! When I mixed it myself, and in the little brown jug, that’s been in the family years and years!
Jarius. Jes’ so. The jug is a relic?