“I have a single, Miss, but it’s a small one, and they do say you’ve got a deal of belongings.”
“Let’s see it. Let’s see it, quick, Granny Murphy,” and from the noise without our two young persons judged that this despotic stranger had placed her hands on Mrs. Murphy’s shoulders and was running her along the passage.
“Now, you’ll be giving me apoplexy, Miss, surely, with your goings-on,” cried the woman breathlessly, as she opened the door next theirs.
“Who’s in there? Two freshies?”
“Yes, Miss. They only just arrived an hour ago.”
“Greenies from Greenville, Green County,” chanted the young woman, who did not seem to mind being overheard by the entire household. “Very well, I’ll take this little hole-in-the-wall. I won’t move any of my things in, except some books and cushions. And now, off wit’ yer. Here’s something for your trouble.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss.”
The two girls seemed to hear the Irish woman being shoved out in the hall. Then the door was banged after her and was locked.
“Dear me, what an obstreperous person,” observed Nance. “I wonder if she’s going to give us a continuous performance.”
“I don’t know,” answered Molly. “She’ll be a noisy neighbor if she does. But she sounds interesting, living in France with her grandmamma and so on.”