Dick laughed now.
“No, stupid! I have been more used to having writs served upon me, than to serving them upon others. Do I look like a bum baillie?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, then, take this and give it to your mistress when she gets better.”
But the boy backed farther, and kept his hands behind him.
“Are you crazy?” asked Dick, impatiently.
“No, sir; but I want to know what is in that there yaller hang-wallop, before I tetches of it to take it to my mist’ess, ’cause she’s been put upon bad enough a’ready, the dear knows,” said Leo, stubbornly.
Mr. Hammond good-humoredly opened the yellow envelope, and for the boy’s satisfaction displayed its contents, which consisted of two open letters, one sealed letter and a newspaper.
“There,” he said, as he replaced them, “you see there is nothing very dangerous in the packet. It is for your mistress’s benefit that I wish to send it.”
“Well, sir, I’ll take it to her; and I hope, sir, you’ll ’scuse me for hanging back and doubting,” said Leo.