“There’s small glasses on the shelf,” said Riderhood to his daughter. “Give me the one without a foot. I gets my living by the sweat of my brow, and it’s good enough for me .” This had a modest self-denying appearance; but it soon turned out that as, by reason of the impossibility of standing the glass upright while there was anything in it, it required to be emptied as soon as filled, Mr. Riderhood managed to drink in the proportion of three to one.