"Give me the thousand dollars!" "And what thousand dollars wi' that be, my mannie ?" I asked him.
"The thousand I wrote and told you I must have!" he said, as brash as you please.
"Noo, laddie, there's something wrang," I said.

"I've had nae letter from you aboot that thousand dollars!" "It's the mails!" he said, and cursed.

"I'm a fule to trust to them.
They're always missending letters and delaying them.

Still, there's no harm done.

I'm telling you now I need a thousand dollars.