Our Landlady
A LANDLADY, who exhibited an inordinate love for the vulgar fluid gin,
would order her servant to get the supplies after the following fashion:
Betty, go and get a quartern loaf, and half a quartern of gin. Off
started Betty. She was speedily recalled: Betty, make it half a
quartern loaf, and a quartern of gin. But Betty had never fairly got
across the threshold on the mission ere the voice was again heard:
Betty, on second thoughts, you may as well make it all gin.