“What!” shourts Mr. James, sticking in his hed at the dure, “No cook! Whats to becum of us. Are we” ses he “to go throo a like nitemare such as we injured befure the advent of Delia?”
Willie now cum poking his hed in between his daddy’s legs.
“Pleese Delia” ses he “guv me my fareena. I love you, Delia” ses he.
“God love the lamb!” ses I and flew to the stove, me hart going out of me body to the child.
“Hold!” ses Miss Claire, very loftily, and she cum over to me and tuk the dubble boyler out of me hand. “Put on yure things” ses she “and go. At once” ses she “at once!”
Then she turned to her brothers and parents.
“Go back to the dining-room” ses she “I’ll get brikfust to-day.”
Mr. James guv a dridful groan, and sloonk off to the dining-room, wid his hands on his stummick.
“Mamma” ses Miss Claire, “pay off Delia. Youve been composed upon long enuff” ses she. “Hereafter I’ll manage things.”
And me, the last of 1,700 girls in the same place—for so I larned from me frind the janitor’s wife—walked out wid me $20 in me pocket.