Just then Mr. James wint into the dyning-roon and rung the bell lowdly.
“Peeches and pancakes” ses Mrs. Wolley coldly.
Miss Claire has her hed washed be this time, and she stands oop, wid it rolled oop in a towl. She guv me wan look—a cross betwane a shmile and a frown, and ses she:
“Delia, do you wish me to get brikfust to-day?”
“God forbid, Miss” ses I, and wint to wark.
Miss Claire is horty agin, and she ses wid a cold look at me:
“Very well thin Delia, till the 24th then. Come mother.”
CHAPTER II
NEXT DAY
Its a weery world. Here I be, a poor loansome female alone in this crool city warking for foaks wid lether harts.