"The directions I got was to get a letther here—that's the directions."
"Who gave you those directions?"
"The masther."
"And who's your master?"
"What consarn is that o' yours?"
"Why, you stupid rascal! if you don't tell me his name, how can I give you a letter?"
"You could give it if you liked: but you're fond of axin' impident questions, bekase you think I'm simple."
"Go along out o' this! Your master must be as great a goose as yourself, to send such a messenger."
"Bad luck to your impidence," said Andy; "is it Squire Egan you dar to say goose to?"
"Oh, Squire Egan's your master, then?"