CHAPTER XVI
A WEEK LATER
“The curse of true love” ses Miss Claire mornfully “never did run smoothly. O Delia” ses she “I wish I were ded!”
“Whats the thrubble, darlint?” ses I stopping me wark for a moment.
“Don’t you know?” she arsks.
“Why no darling. Do you think I’m at the kayhole all the time?”
She larfed a bit throo her teers. Then she set down, and put her chin on her little hand.
“Delia” ses she “do you know I havent spoken to Mr. Dudley for a week.”
“My God miss” ses I, “are you cutting the lad?”
She nods her hed sadly.