Taffy, sprung of good parents, thinks no small beer of himself.
But it was Christmas Eve and snowing outside—and he took a small beer!
Woman was no longer the captive of the seraglio, nor the chronicler of small beer.
There was also a pewter mug for each, three-parts filled with small beer.
There is nothing at all left now but biscuit and small beer.
It smells of herrings ...