I used to work in a hash foundry and a beanery, said Nat with a smile.
"Our suits is up to the other beanery," says I, and I was glad of it.
Then, thinking you wouldnt be out for a 197 while, he went into a beanery for a bite and a cup of coffee.
"Stop at a beanery," yelled Bill to our driver, a little old man with round shoulders and a shiny coat.
Say, I had a lithograph ...