“I don't s'pose I could,” ses Sam, “but I've a good mind to 'ave a try. If it's good for one teetotaller I don't see why it should hurt another.”
Mr. Goodman looked at 'im very hard, and then he ordered a whiskey and stood watching while Sam, arter pretending for a minnit to look at it as though 'e didn't know wot to do with it, took a sip and let it roll round 'is mouth.
“Well?” ses Mr. Goodman, looking at 'im anxious-like.
“It ain't so 'orrid as I 'ad fancied,” ses Sam, lapping up the rest very gentle.
“'Ave you 'ad enough to do you all the good it ought to?”
Mr. Goodman said that it was no good 'arf doing a thing, and p'r'aps he 'ad better 'ave one more; and arter Sam 'ad paid for the next two they went out arm-in-arm.
“'Ow cheerful everybody looks!” ses Mr. Goodman, smiling.
“They're going to amuse theirselves, I expect,” ses Sam—“music-'alls and such-like.”