“Well, take off your hat.”
“Oi’ll be gooin’ outside soon, Oi tell ye.”
“Then you can put it on again.”
“Oi shall never make Bundock sensible, ef you keep interruptin’ me.”
“You see, Mr. Bundock, it’s this way——” began Martha.
“Oi’ve told him all that,” said Caleb. “Let me speak.”
“Well, take off your hat,” said Martha.
“Oi’ll be gooin’ outside agen, won’t Oi?”
Bundock was examining the letter which had been laid on the table as for an operation.
“But it don’t look like a woman’s writing,” he interrupted. “That would be spidery.”