"Pretty well! -- pretty good! -- Have some tobacco, neighbour ?" "How is it ?" said Mr.Underhill taking a bunch gravely.
"First-rate, -- _I_ think.

Try." Which Mr.Underhill did, with slow and careful consideration.
Mr.Landholm watched him complacently.
"I've seen worse," he remarked dryly at length.

"Where did you get it, squire ?" "Nowhere short of the great city, neighbour.

It came from Mannahatta." "Did, hey?
Well, I reckon it might.

Will you trade ?" "With what ?" said Mr.Landholm.
"Some of this here." "With you ?" "Yes." "Well -- let's hear," said the farmer.
"Don't you think the post ought to be paid ?" said Mr.
Underhill, diving into some far-down pockets.
"Why, are you the post ?" "Don't you think that two sealed letters, now, would be worth a leetle box o' that 'ere ?" "Have you brought letters from the boys ?" "Well I don't know who writ 'em," said Mr.Underhill; -- "they guv 'em to me." Mr.Landholm took the letters, and with a very willing face went for a 'little box,' which he filled with the Mannahatta tobacco.
"Old Cowslip don't keep anything like this," Mr.Underhill said as he received it and stowed it coolly away in his pocket.