“I want a letther, sir, if you plaze.”
“And who do you want it for?” repeated the postmaster.
“What’s that to you?” said Andy.
The postmaster, laughing at his simplicity, told him he could not tell what letter to give him unless he told him the direction.
“The directions I got was to get a letther here—that’s the directions.”
“Who gave you those directions?”
“The master.”
“And who’s your master?”
“What consarn is that of yours?”
“Why, you stupid rascal, if you don’t tell me his name, how can I give you a letter?”