“Oh! then you did as I directed you,” said Mrs. Mel.
“Those chops, too, very good. I got through ’em.”
“Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning,” said Mrs. Mel.
“Ha! you’ve got your word, then, as well as everybody else. Where’s your Dandy this morning, ma’am?”
“Locked up. You ought to be ashamed to give that poor beast liquor. He won’t get fresh air to-day.”
“Ha! May I ask you where you’re going to-day, ma’am?”
“I am going to Beckley.”
“So am I, ma’am. What d’ ye say, if we join company. Care for insinuations?”
“I want a conveyance of some sort,” returned Mrs. Mel.
“Object to a donkey, ma’am?”