"Going far?" asked the traveller.
Parson.—"Not very."
Traveller.—"In a chaise or fly? If so, and we are going the same way—halves."
Parson.—"Halves?"
Traveller.—"Yes, I'll pay half the damage—pikes inclusive."
Parson.—"You are very good, sir. But," (spoken with pride) "I am on horseback."
Traveller.—"On horseback! Well, I should not have guessed that! You don't look like it. Where did you say you were going?"
"I did not say where I was going, sir," said the Parson drily, for he was much offended at that vague and ungrammatical remark applicable to his horsemanship, that "he did not look like it."
"Close!" said the traveller laughing: "an old traveller, I reckon."
The Parson made no reply, but he took up his shovel-hat, and, with a bow more majestic than the previous one, walked out to see if his pad had finished her corn.