"Well?" queried his passenger, as he started up Daniel Webster with a professional crack of the whip.
"Ain't to hum."
"Who came to the door?"
"Lady."
"What lady?"
"Dunno."
"Was it his wife?"
"Dunno as 'twas his wife."
His exasperated fare, afterwards tracking down her parent in Boston, made use of this incident for the slander of her stepmother.
"A nice impression she makes, to be sure! Even that numskull of a driver doubted whether she was your wife or not."