That tailor of yours seems to think he's a Grand Duke in disguise.
In the first place he wanted me to pay over seven thousand dollars
for a Duke's suit and when I asked him the price of a Knight-gown
he told Jorrocks to show me the door, which I had already seen and
hadn't asked to see again. He's a very imputinent tailor and if I
were you I'd bounce him as we say in America. Furthermore they
sell bogus muffins up at that specially appointed bake-shop of
yours. I think you ought to know these things. Nations have gone
to war for less.
Yours trooly,
THE UNWISEMAN.
P.S. I've been thinking about that Duke proposition and I don't
think I care to go into that business. Folks at home haven't as
much use for 'em as they have for sour apples which you can make
pie out of. So don't do anything further in the matter.
"There," said the Unwiseman as he tossed this message off into the air.
"That saves me $8.50 anyhow, and I guess it'll settle the business of
those bogus muffin people and that high and mighty tailor."