human
There, now, master, there's a glass o' grog for you that would float a marline-spike. See if that don't warm the _cockles_ of your old heart.
gpt
Ay, added Tom,
human
Master Tom, with your leave, I'll mix your grog for you myself. Hand me back that bottle, you rascal.
gpt
Just as you please, father, replied Tom, handing the bottle;
human
Well, father, I suppose you think the grog will run short. To be sure, one bottle aren't too much 'mong four of us.
gpt
One bottle, you scamp! there's another in the cupboard.
human
Then you must see double already, father.