The Mixture As Before
A GENTLEMAN who had an Irish servant, having stopped at an inn for
several days, desired to have a bill, and found a large quantity of port
placed to his servant's account, and questioned him about it. Please
your honor, cried Pat, do read how many they charge me. The gentleman
began, One bottle port, one ditto, one ditto, one
ditto,--Stop, stop, stop, master, exclaimed Paddy, they are
cheating you. I know I had some bottles of their port, but I did not
taste a drop of their ditto.