"Is Mr. Rockwell at home?" asked Micky.
"Yes."
"I want to see him."
"Did he tell you to call?"
"It's on particular business," said Micky.
"Stop here and I'll tell him," said the girl.
"There's a boy at the door wants to see you, Mr. Rockwell," said the girl.
"Did you ask him in?"
"No sir. He looks like a suspicious carakter," said Bridget, laying the stress on the second syllable.
Mr. Rockwell rose, and went to the door.