Awoke—aroze—washed—dressed—made me bed—Imtied me slops.
I tuk a bit of paper from Mr. John’s desk, and I penned the follering warning in plane litters and langwidge:
BRIKFUST SARVED
AT 8 OANLEY
NO BRIKFUST
SARVED LATER
This I taxed artiskully upon the dining-room door—facing all eyes.
Mr. John—ating his loan cup of hot water looks up. Hes a gintle spaking gintleman in contrarst to his bruther James. The rayson of this Mr. Wolley explayned to me wanse was that Mr. John is an eediotor wile Mr. James is a bawld voiced orthor, spaking, ses Mr. Wolley, wid the orful tung of the muck raker. Well Mr. John looks up gintly and fidgets his paper and ses mildly:
“Er——Delia—er——”
“Well?” ses I, fite in me toans.
“Another cup of hot water if you plase” ses he.
He hild up the cup befure his eyes suspishussly.
“—er Delia” ses he, making an effet to mollyfy me timper. “How do you like it here” ses he.
“Like it! My God its a loan wilderniss of a place, sor,” ses I.
“Shaw!” ses he, “Why theeres forty-two families on the Poynt.”
“The Poynt?”
 
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