At night, however, he was able to attend the hop in the grand saloon.
That was the third hop vine she'd had from Mirandy Pendleton!
But an idea works in a brain like Natt's pretty much as the hop ferments.
Hop over the sticks and lie crossed on the floor, And you're man and wife for nevermore.
Well,” he added, “I believe that I will hop home and get some sleep.