“Miss Carnavan” ses I, biling over wid rage, “theres a trane laving widin tin minits. Yell have plinty of time to catch it.”
Minnie smiled.
“Delia darlint” ses she “did you think I’d be after thravelling sixty miles to visit you for harf an our? No darlint” ses she “I’ve brot me bag along and I’ll be wid you for a fortnite yet.”
“That you wont” ses I, “for its your bag will be out in the cinter of the strate and yersilf will follow in a sicond.”
Minnie faulded her arms and fixed me wid a look of power and scorn.
“Delia Omally” ses she “the day you toorn your best frind out into the strate” ses she “will be your last. Trate me” ses she “in anny way save as a perfeck lady and I’ll publish yere letter on the housetops.”
It cum upon me then that like the foolish loonytick I be I’d put mesilf in Minnie’s power.
“O wirrah, wirrah, wirrah!” I cryed throwing me aprun over me hed.
“Don’t be after making a fool of yersilf” ses Minnie, “Have sinse, Delia mavourneen. Here I am, and here I stay.”
At loonch Mr. James and John et there meel alone. Mrs. Wolley and Miss Claire were locked up in the bed room. During the meel the gintlemen spake not at all, save wanse thin Mr. John sed: