“What did you find there?” again asked the girl.
“Nothin’ I wanted, Miss, unless it war a sassy fellow wid a big black moustache, and a skin full ave greenbile.”
“But you were not looking for him,” replied Hazel.
“Not wan bit, Miss, though I do belave now he do be lookin’ for me. Indade, Miss, I was not failin’ well at all, at all. Sure, wasn’t the little darlint missin’, and between the sorrow at home and the failin’ in me heart, and the long walk, and the cowld mornin’, and the sassy look the fellow gave me—”
“What were you doing that so offended him?” interrupted Hazel.
“Indade, I was just walkin’ around Carbut Strate and Hood Strate for a little divarsion—not wan bit more or less, Miss—an’ he axed me what I wanted. Says I to him, says I, respectful-like, ‘Maybe yees can tell me did yees see a little girl strayin’ about widout a home. A lady sint me to inquire.’
“He immejetly made some raymark, quick an’ sharp-like, about the dam desavin’ wimmen—”
“Oh!” Hazel exclaimed, interrupting him.
“Shocking!” exclaimed Constance.
