"'Tain't no handier than this way," said Philetus, with so much belligerent demonstration that the landlady thought best in presence of her guests to give over the question.
"Where do you get them?" said Mrs. Evelyn.
"How?--" said Philetus.
"Where do they come from? Are they fresh picked?"
"Just afore I started."
"Started from where?" said a gentleman standing by Mrs. Evelyn.
"From Mr. Rossitur's down to Queechy."
"Mr. Rossitur's!" said Mrs. Evelyn;--"does he send them here?"
"He doos not," said Philetus;--"he doosn't keep to hum for a long spell."
"Who does send them then?" said Constance.