"I say so!"
"Then I shan't go. You are not my boss."
"You are an impudent boy."
"Why am I?"
"You have no business to talk back to me. You'd better go after Mr. Fogson, if you know what's best for yourself."
"Did Mrs. Fogson send the message by you?"
"Yes."
"Then I will go. Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Because it was enough that I told you. My father's the Overseer of the Poor."