“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?”
“Yes; have you anything to say agin it?”