She looked at Minnie misdoutfully. Thin she wint up to her and quitely guv her the note.
“I’ll trust you then!” ses she to the crachure.
About sivin in the avening the hole family, including meself set out from the house for 17 Arch Strate, which is the number on the letter paper. Mr. John and Mr. James walked on eyther side there puir mother, haulding her up by the arms, while Miss Claire and I carried hankychiffs and smilling salts. By and by we cam to the place, a little auld barn setting up aginst the side walk. The family guv a look at the noomber and thin walked boldly in widout nocking. There were a noysy lot of men inside. A little greesy fellow in overalls cum sontering up to Mr. John.
“What can I do for you?” ses he.
Mr. James ansers befure his brother can spake.
“Is Mr. Wolley here?” ses he bloontly.
“Shure” ses the man “he’s over there wid Miss Flyte” ses he.
Mrs. Wolley stepped forward, her eyes popping out wid anger.
“Where?” ses she in such a horty tone the man stared at her wid surprise.
“There!” ses he, and poynts across the barn. “Hes having a bit of trubble wid the auld lady” ses he.