“Only that I never saw you before.”
“Faith, then, you’ll never see me agin if I have my own consint.”
“I won’t give you any letter for the Squire unless I know you’re his servant. Is there any one in the town knows you?”
“Plenty,” said Andy; “it’s not every one is as ignorant as you.”
Just at this moment a person to whom Andy was known entered the house, who vouched to the postmaster that he might give Andy the Squire’s letter. “Have you one for me?”
“Yes, sir,” said the postmaster, producing one—“four pence.”
The gentleman paid the fourpence postage, and left the shop with his letter.
“Here’s a letter for the Squire,” said the postmaster; “you’ve to pay me elevenpence postage.”
“What ’ud I pay elevenpence for?”
“For postage.”