Wal, now, think sez I, if this York aint the beatumest place that ever I did see--there aint a nigger in it but what's a poking fun at you or a throwing water or some tarnal thing or another. I wonder if these leetle coots think I'm soft enough to believe that an honest, harnsome gal like Miss Miles, lies abed till ten o'clock. They don't stuff me up that way, any how, if I did come from the country. "What name shall I take up?" sez the teinty cuffy, a bowing. "Oh, I haint partic'lar," sez I; "you may take up any you like best--but I wish you'd jest tell me where she is, for I begin to feel eenamost tuckered out, a walking and a standing round here." The leetle cuffy looked at the gal, and then they both begun to giggle and tee-hee like any thing. "Look a here, you damination copper colored image you," sez I to the nigger, "jest you step up this minit if you don't want to git an allfired thrashing!" The poor leetle varmint looked scared out of a year's growth, and sez he, as humble as could be, "Who shall I say wants to see Miss Miles?" "Never you mind that," sez I, "go ahead, and I guess she won't be long a finding out." With that the nigger went up stairs, and I arter him full chisel; he looked round as if he wanted to say something jest as he stopped by a door in the upper entry way; but I told him to go ahead and hold his yop, for I warn't a going to wait any longer. So he rapped at the door and somebody said, "Come in." My heart riz in my throat, for I knew whose voice it was, and I begun to feel as if I'd pitched head for'ard into a mill dam. The cuffy opened the door, and sez he, "Ma'am here's a gentleman that would come up." I heard somebody give a leetle scream, and with that I jest pushed the nigger out of the way, and sez I, "Miss Miles, how du you du?"