"Wall, wall, you sure think ill of us. Here, now look at that,"
and he drew out a bundle of letters addressed to Master Peter
Vandam. Then he displayed a gold watch inscribed on the back
"Peter Vandam"; next he showed a fob seal with a scroll and an
inscription, "Petrus Vandamus"; then he turned to a youngster and
said, "Run, there is the Reverend Dr. Powellus, he may help us";
so the black-garbed, knee-breached, shovel-hatted clergyman came
and pompously said: "Yes, my young friend, without doubt you may
rest assured that this is our very estimable parishioner, Master
Peter Vandam; a man well accounted in the world of trade."
"And now," said Peter, "with the help of my birth- register and
marriage-certificate, which will be placed at your service with
all possible haste, I hope I may win your recognition." The
situation, at first tense, had become more and more funny, and
the bystanders laughed aloud. Rolf rose to it, and smiling said
slowly, "I am inclined to think that you must be Master Peter
Vandam, of
Albany. If that's so, this letter is for you, also this cargo."
And so the delivery was made.
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