Mr. Coggan poured the liquor with unstinted liberality at the suffering Cain's circular mouth.

It's real misbehadden o' him. I hae telt him that afore ; but he puts a' kinds o' advice in the cat's lug. What in the wardle ails him that he canna bide at hame?

Physically, the piece is slight: an odd-shaped, four-inch-across scrap of blue paper marked with unfancy parallel ink strokes and white highlights.

I can't find my umbrella. I will have forgotten it home this morning.