“Very good of you, miss; but what would I be wanting with ’em, when I be selling ’em?”
Paddy looked perplexed. “Whose in the world are they?” she asked doubtfully. “They’re not mine—and they’re not yours—I give it up.”
“Begorra! I’m shure I dunno, miss,” and Patrick fell to scratching his head in great perplexity; “but it seems as if, seeing I sold ’em and you bought ’em—”
“But I bought them for you.”
“But if I was selling ’em, how could I want for to buy ’em?”
“If Patrick doesn’t want them,” put in Jack, “of course you must take them home, Paddy. I’ll help you drive them.”
“Oh! don’t be an idiot!” stamping her foot. “They don’t belong to me.”
“But you’ve just said you bought them.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did; you said you had bought them for Patrick.”