“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 dare to say goose to?”
“Oh, Squire Egan’s your master, then?”
“Yes. Have you anything to say agin it?”
“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.”
WHY ANDY WOULD NOT PAY
ELEVEN PENCE FOR A LETTER