While this person and many others were served, Andy lounged up and down the shop, every now and then putting in his head in the middle of the customers, and saying, "Will you gi' me the letther?" He waited for above half an hour, in defiance of the anathemas of the postmaster, and at last left, when he found it impossible to get the common justice for his master which he thought he deserved as well as another man; for, under this impression, Andy determined to give no more than the fourpence. The squire in the mean time was getting impatient for his return, and, when Andy made his appearance, asked if there was a letter for him.--"There is, sir," said Andy. "Then give it to me."--"I haven't it, sir." "What do you mean?"--"He wouldn't give it to me, sir." "Who wouldn't give it to you?"--"That owld chate beyant in the town,--wanting to charge double for it." "Maybe it's a double letter. Why the devil didn't you pay what he asked, sir?"--"Arrah, sir, why would I let you be chated. It's not a double letther at all: not above half the size o' one Mr. Delany got before my face for fourpence." "You'll provoke me to break your neck some day, you vagabond! Ride back for your life, you omadhaun! and pay whatever he asks, and get me the letter."--"Why, sir, I tell you he was sellin' them before my face for fourpence a-piece." "Go back, you scoundrel! or I'll horsewhip you; and if you're longer than an hour, I'll have you ducked in the horse-pond!" Andy vanished, and made a second visit to the post-office. When he arrived, two other persons were getting letters, and the postmaster was selecting the epistles for each, from a parcel of them that lay before him on the counter; at the same time many shop customers were waiting to be served. "I'm for that letther," said Andy.--"I'll attend to you by-and-by." "The masther's in a hurry."--"Let him wait till his hurry's over." "He'll murther me if I'm not back soon."--"I'm glad to hear it." While the postmaster went on with such provoking answers to these appeals for despatch, Andy's eye caught the heap of letters that lay on the counter; so, while certain weighing of soap and tobacco was going forward, he contrived to become possessed of two letters from the heap; and, having effected that, waited patiently enough until it was the great man's pleasure to give him the missive directed to his master. Then did Andy bestride his hack, and, in triumph at his trick on the postmaster, rattle along the road homeward as fast as his hack could carry him. He came into the squire's presence, his face beaming with delight, and an air of self-satisfied superiority in his manner, quite unaccountable to his master, until he pulled forth his hand, which had been grubbing up his prizes from the bottom of his pocket; and holding three letters over his head, while he said "Look at that!" he next slapped them down under his broad fist on the table before the squire, saying,