Larst nite whin the intyre family had retired for there hard airned slape there cum a wild ringing at the dure bell. I herd it first in me slape and yells in frite, thinking of bounding nites and burglars. I opened me dure and stuck me hed out. The hole family were assimbled in the lower hall in their nite gowns. Mr. John called up to me: “Delia!” ses he, “wud ye plase ansser the bell.” “I will not” ses I. “Do you tak me for a gump!” “Theres somewan at the dure” ses Miss Claire swately, “The boys arent drissed and nayther am I. Run along Delia.” “I’m dummed if I do” ses I wid indigation. “Oh shaw” ses Mr. James, “what fools we mortals be. Whares me revolver?” ses he. “I’ll go,” and whistling down he desinds. We heer his voyce shouting at the closed door: “Who’s there?” “Whats that?” “Who?” “A tillygram?” “One minute,” and he opened the dure. “Who’s it for?” arsks the intyre family at wanse. “Delia!” ses he, and the family larfing wint to there rooms. “Put it on the bottom stip darlint” ses I, “and get out of site if you plaze.” I wint down and got the paper. It was as follows: “Coming at wanse. The saints protick you darlint in the manewile. Minnie Carnavan.” This marning whin I clared aff the brikfust dishes I fownd a letter oonder Mr. Wolley’s chare, which dishthressed me badly. It were as follows: “Deer sir: Do not fail to come to night early as Miss Flyte needs attention J. B.” I intinded to hand the dummed thing back to Mr. Wolley spaking at the same time me humble but contemshus opinyon of an auld sinner like himself wid a luvly lorful wife and 4 preshus children of his own. But after brikfust Mr. Wolley wint out and I sor him not agin till nite. At tin Minnie arrived. She was all exsitement. “Now tell me widout words” ses she “what divilmint the family has been oop to.” “Divilment” ses I brideling “shure its a swate family they be. Its ashamed I am to heer you spaking langwidge aginst an innersint and luvly family like the Wolleys.” “Ah go wan” ses Minnie. “Whats the auld spalpeen been up to larst.” “If ye mane Mr. Wolley” ses I coldly, “then its a sore subjeck yeve tooched. O Minnie” ses I “the auld gintleman is a baste.” Minnie like to ate me opp wid hunger for some more words upon the subjeck. I tuk out the letter and handed it to her widout further words. She red it throo widout spaking, but I seen her mouth and eyes popping wid exsitemint. Joost thin Mrs. Wolley walks innersintly into me kitchin. She has sum fine lace in her hand, and she ses: “Lind me your ironing bord Delia. I’m doing these oop mesilf.” Joost thin she seen Minnie, and she smiles swately—“Ah is this a frind of yours, Delia?” ses she. Minnie got oop. I seen her studying the poor crachure for a moment, and then suddintly she walked oop to her and hild out the letter. “I belave mam” ses she “that this will intrust you.” “What is it?” ses the madam, putting on her glarses.