The Mixture as Before
A gentleman who had an Irish servant, having stopped at an inn for several days, desired to have the bill. Finding a large quantity of port placed to his servant’s account he questioned him about it. “Please your honour,” cried Pat, “do read how many they charge for.” “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 port, but I did not taste a drop of their ditto.”