“No sir” ses I. “Its riting at home he is to-day. He’s in his room, sir.”
“Ah!” ses the auld gintleman, and joost thin Miss Claire cum into the room.
Her cheeks are flooshed and she looks excited and ankshus.
“You have a letter for me papa, havent you?” ses she.
The auld gintleman had throost the fat letter hastily into his pocket. As Miss Claire spoke he now fussed over the boonch in his uther hand.
“Let me see” ses he, going over thim, “No—theres nuthing my deer” ses he.
She seemed so disappoynted that for a moment she joost stared at the auld gintleman. Then she ses gintly:
“Papa, wasnt there an English male in yisterday?”
“I belave there was” ses he.
She put out her hand impetchussly and ses she: