A man driving a small cart with a woman on the seat beside him offered to carry me across the Neck to Mistick, sitting upon sacks of oysters. Three shillings. “Two,” I said. “It is all I have left.” It was an easy lie. If they knew I had more it would cost more. “If all you have is two shillings, why do you want to go to Mistick? Why don’t you just throw yourself into the sea?” the woman asked, and laughed. The man said, “Oh, leave her alone, woman. We don’t want to go to Mistick, either. I have to take those oysters in the cart to sell. I hate the things, meself. You can ride for two shillings, then. We are going to Lexington, only my woman there meant to hold you up for another shilling, you being dressed so fine.” “I would it were possible. I could give you another penny, if you would like.” “We would like, your highness,” the woman said, and cackled.
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