"Oh! Charley you naughty boy, that wine has got into your head and you
don't know what you are talking about."
"Well, Miss Jenny, I b'lieve you're 'bout half-right, my head does feel
funny."
"I shouldn't wonder; mine feels rather dizzy, and Miss Thomas has gone
home with a sick headache, and I know what her headaches mean," said
Jeanette significantly.
"My head," said Mary Gladstone, "really feels as big as a bucket."
"And I feel real dizzy," said another.
"And so do I," said another, "I feel as if I could hardly stand, I feel
awful weak."
"Why girls, you! are all, all, tipsy, now just own right up, and be done
with it," said Charles Romaine.
"Why Charlie you are as good as a wizard, I believe we have all got too
much wine aboard: but we are not as bad as the girls of B.S., for they
succeeded in out drinking the men. I heard the men drank eight bottles
of wine, and that they drank sixteen."
Alas for these young people they were sporting upon the verge of a
precipice, but its slippery edge was concealed by flowers.
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