Our pannikins, which had been empty, were all replenished, and then old Tom proceeded.
Nay; but I'll swear you do—who else can mend and grind your swords and patch your pannikins?
“I could drink a dozen pannikins full,” said Harry, as he drained off a second.
Ralph rose and gathered the pannikins and threw them into a biscuit-box.
Through this were thrust two hunks of dry ...