"Oh, Frank!" Sadie claps her hands together in undisguised glee as the gin is neatly transferred from one barrel to the other. "That was brilliant!" As the previously empty barrel continues to fill, she throws her arms around her husband's shoulders in an enthusiastic embrace.

Noting Gertrude's behavior, Augustine attempts to get at the stream as well. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the dog's height advantage. He tries to jump up to it, succeeds only in getting some gin up his nose, and has to turn away to let out a mighty sneeze. "Bother," he mutters, licking his muzzle. "We'll have to get some bowls, too, when we find that kitchen."