"What,—you women aiming to lay in a store of liquor and do a lot of shooting?" he asked, with dawning hope.
"Horrors, no!" I exclaimed.
"Them's the good times I allus seed a-Christmas."
"Me, too!" echoed the other eleven.
"Didn't you ever hang up your stocking, or have a tree or get presents?"
"Never heared tell of the like till I come here."
"But it's the greatest possible fun," I insisted.
"Fun enough for women, may be, but men,—gee!"
"Gimme a big jug of moonshine!" shouted Joab.
"And a galloping nag!" cried Nucky.