“I reckon that's so, too. Have another drink, stranger?”
She poured another cup of whiskey and one for herself. She raised hers as if to drink and deftly threw the contents over her shoulder.
Jim seized the jug and poured again.
“Once more. Come, I've another toast for you. You'll drink this one I know.”
He lifted his cup and rose a little unsteadily. Nance stood with uplifted cup watching him.
“As the poet sings,” he began with a bow to the old woman:
“France has her lily, England the rose,
Everybody knows where the shamrock grows—
Scotland has her thistle flowerin' on the hill,
But the American Emblem—is a One Dollar Bill!”
He broke into a boisterous laugh.
“How's that, old girl?”
“That's bully, stranger!”