"Not a bit of it!" retorted Phil. "My proud spirit couldn't brook anything like that." He caught Eliza's arm and hurried her pace. "We go in the front way, please take notice!"
CHAPTER VIII
AN INTERRUPTED TEA
More bewildered every moment, Eliza hurried along, obediently, and in a minute more found herself in a paved yard on which faced a stable built of stone similar to the fine house backing upon it.
Phil threw open a side door and disclosed the round, good-natured face of a man, leaning back in a ragged Morris chair, his feet on a deal table.
"Hello, Pat. I've brought my best girl to show her my room."
The Irishman sprang to his feet, and grinned politely.
"They have old girls in New York," remarked Eliza drily.