Larst nite Miss Claire cum into me bedroom. She looked like a bit of a girl in her little frilled nitedress and her pretty hare hanging down her back in 2 curly brades. “Are you awake?” ses she turning on the lite. “Don’t be angry please Delia deer” ses she. “I wanted to talk to somewan.”
She coodled oop aginst me, thin she laned over and whispered:
“Delia, tell me the trooth, d-d-d-did you see him—k-kiss me?” ses she flushing all over.
“The yung spalpeen!” ses I, and thin she hid her face in her hand.
“Oh Delia I’m—I’m—so—ashamed I d-don’t know what to do.”
“Do!” ses I. “Why tell your brothers darlint. They’ll swape the airth wid the impidint yung spalpeen.”
“No, no, no! We must never breethe a word” ses she. “Promise me you wont, Delia,” and she sarches me face.
“Darlint” ses I “all the torchures of the dummed could not unlock me lips. Your sacred swatehart is secure in me bussum.”
Wid that she guv me a kiss, and wint steeling out agin.
“Mr. John” ses I, this marning while hes ating his loan brikfust (a cup of biling water) I’m looking for sartin infamation.
“Well fire away Delia” ses he still absarbed in his paper.
“If a lady” ses I “was to kiss a gintleman wid hoom she was not acquinted wud the gintleman be insoolted?”
He put down his paper, tuk off his glarses and looked at me sollemly.
“Has some wan kissed you Delia?” ses he.
“My God, no sir” ses I, “but I’m studying the respectful sects.”
He retired behind his paper agin, and Mr. James cum wistling into the room. Hes very cheerful these days is Mr. Jimmy. He gets app, he ses, at 5 A.M. in the morning to cut the lons. The tax he ses at that wiching our is anchanting. Ivery marning when we get up we see a porshon of th............