“Let me see, papa?”
She wint over the letters wan be wan. She picked out wan little roll, and she ses:
“Nothing—nothing at all for me—ixcipt this.” Thin she wint out from the room suddintly.
The auld gintleman looked after her wid a look fool of compashun and guilt. Then he sneeked out of the room.
“You auld divil!” ses I to mesilf, “Its a letter ye’ve got in your pockit for Miss Claire, and the puir thing shull have it if I have to turn thafe to get it for her.”
Wid that I wint after the auld rascal. I hurd the dure of Mr. James’s room shut, and I wint into the bathroom adjyning, and wid wan eer to the dure I lissened.
“James——” ses Mr. Wolley stipping in.
“What the——” began Mr. James and I herd him hopping up in his seet. “I’m bizzy father” ses he. “I must get out this artuckle at latest by noon to-day” ses he “What is it? What is it?”
“James” ses Mr. Wolley, “I’m afrade yure sister——”
“For hivin’s sake father” ses the lad “hoory up. Jest what is it?”