The only outside passenger was a burly, honest-looking countryman on
the box, who, with his eyes fixed upon the dome of St Paul's Cathedral,
appeared so wrapt in admiring wonder, as to be quite insensible to all
the bustle of getting out the bags and parcels, until one of the coach
windows being let sharply down, he looked round, and encountered a
pretty female face which was just then thrust out.
'See there, lass!' bawled the countryman, pointing towards the object of
his admiration. 'There be Paul's Church. 'Ecod, he be a soizable 'un, he
be.'
'Goodness, John! I shouldn't have thought it could have been half the
size. What a monster!'
'Monsther!--Ye're aboot right theer, I reckon, Mrs Browdie,' said the
countryman good-humouredly, as he came slowly down in his huge top-coat;
'and wa'at dost thee tak yon place to be noo--thot'un owor the wa'? Ye'd
never coom near it 'gin you thried for twolve moonths. It's na' but a
Poast Office! Ho! ho! They need to charge for dooble-latthers. A Poast
Office! Wa'at dost thee think o' thot? 'Ecod, if thot's on'y a Poast
Office, I'd loike to see where the Lord Mayor o' Lunnun lives.
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