I brot her wan of her own—a little red gingum thin wid frills and pockits. She let him button it behind her, and he tuk so long she broke away larfing and blooshing. “Now” ses she “_You_ may help me. I want cream, sugar, butter and chocklett. A bit of vernilla too” ses she. They set to work, busy and happy as childrun making mud pies. By and by the stuff was cooked, and she set him to mixing it, “and mix it stiff” ses she, “while I greese the pans.” This dun, she took a spoon and scooping out a bit she hild it to his lips. He, not looking at the fudge, but wid his eyes fixed on her, opened his mouth and took in the spoon. Then he guv a yell and down drapped the spoon. “Oh!” ses she, turning pail, “wuz it hot? Harry!” ses she, “I _burned_ you!” “You call me Harry!” ses he, and saysed hauld of her by the arms. I was watching wid all me eyes, whin I herd the dure squake a bit. Befure I cud move tords it Miss Claire roon oop aginst it and hild it closed wid her little hands. “The china closet, Delia!” she wispered, and I shuvved Mr. Harry into the closet and banged the dure tite. Whin we let in Mr. John he looked about him. “Whats the matter?” ses he, “Why did you hauld me out?” “O” ses Miss Claire, gayly, “Its a game Delia and I are playing.” He frowned and ses cauldly. “Ye cud find bitter implyment I fancy than playing in the kitchen wid Delia. Your not a child Claire” ses he. Shes about to spake in ansser whin the frunt dure bell run, and I saized me aprun and wint to ansser it, laving the yung peeple alone. As I reeched the upper flure, I seen Mr. Wolley turning on the lites in the hall. Then he opened the dure. A little auld gintleman wid wiskers on his cheeks and spats on his feet stud there. “Good avening” ses he, “Mr. Wolley, I belave?” I cud tell by Mr. Wolley’s back that his face was purple. He harf closed the dure, and thin agin opened it. “What is it you want?” ses he roodely. “Who is it father?” ses Mr. James, comeing into the hall, then he too seen the little gintleman. The latter is spaking wid horchure and dignity. “I cum, sor” ses he, “to—er—ask—you sir, to requist me sun to lave your house.” “I don’t oonderstand you” ses Mr. Wolley cauldly. “I resaved” ses the auld gintleman, stepping into the hall, “a nonnymuss epissle this marning. Ordinary I ignoar sich things, but me suspishuns had alreddy been aroused. I tuk it upon mesilf to play the detictive to-nite. When me sun left the house I followed him here. I saw him inter ye’re place be way of the—er—bastemint” ses he hortily. “I wayted around a bit and thin desided to spake to you personally. You—er—probably appreeshiate me position” ses he. “I of coorse, shall absolutely refuse to reckynise anny foolish shcrape of the yungster—he’s a mere boy” he adds loftily.