I was puzzling over the matter, and wondering what was best to be done, when I heard a bell ringing at the other end of the apartment.
“Ting-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling,” for all the world like the ring of a telephone call bell.
I ran across the room, and sure enough, there was a telephone fitted up in the far corner. I hastily put the receiver to my ears, and heard a squeaky voice inquiring:
“Are you there? Are you 987654321?”
“Yes,” I called out, for I thought that I might as well be this number as any other.
“Well,” the voice replied, in an agitated way, “Aunt Kesiah has done it at last.”
“What?” I shouted.
“Are you there?” cried A. Fish, Esq. “Yes; what is it?” I asked.— [Page 89].
Wallypugland.