“are you going to give me a letter or not?”
“No, sir,” continued the man, smiling. “I haven’t any for you.”
“Very well, then,” said the Doctor-in-Law decidedly, “I shall certainly write to the Queen and tell her that if she employs you any longer I shall take all my custom away, and I shall not send the twenty letters, that I intended writing to-day, off at all.”
I endeavoured to explain to the little man that the postman could not possibly give him a letter if he had not one addressed to him.
“Oh, that’s all nonsense,” he exclaimed, going off in a huff. “Of course you would take his part.”
Before I could settle down to work again the Rhymester and A. Fish, Esq., returned.
“Where’s the Wallypug?” I demanded.
“Oh, he’s coming by the next ’bus,” said the Rhymester. “Haven’t you had any rain here?”
“No,” I replied.