Here, Cyrus, you reach me down your mug—ain't them your shavin' things up there?
I suppose it was that picture with the mug and the clay pipe.
The mug shots were stuck on the card, arrest details and such inserted.
I don't care a hang; but there will be some fun when he shows his mug to-morrow.
A mug of mulled claret for a nightcap, and a good sleep, will set you all right.