“At last I sot up and said, Sam, where is all your common sense gone? You used to have a considerable sized phial of it, I hope you ain’t lost the cork and let it all run out. So I put myself in the witness-stand, and asked myself a few questions.
“‘Water was made to drink, warn’t it?’
“‘That’s a fact.’
“‘You can’t see them critters in it with your naked eye?’
“‘I can’t see them at all, neither naked or dressed.’
“‘Then it warn’t intended you should?’
“‘Seems as if it wasn’t,’ sais I.
“‘Then drink, and don’t be skeered.’
“‘I’ll be darned if I don’t, for who knows them wee-monstrosities don’t help digestion, or feed on human pyson. They warn’t put into Adam’s ale for nothin’, that’s a fact.’
“It seems as if they warn’t,’ sais I. ‘So now I’ll go to sleep.’