ANOTHER DAY
“James” ses Mr. Wolley coming into brikfust at an oonexpected airly our
“you’re a frord and raskill sir” ses he.
The family all looked startled.
“Yes sir” ses his father sturnly “ye’ve been deceiving your sister
shamefully. You have been practicing a frord. I happened” ses he turning
to the rist of the family “to awaken airly this marning and going to the
window to pull down the shade I saw a man ingaged in cutting the lons.
Congrachulating mesilf on the possession of such an industryiss and
paynestaking sun, I corled to the fellow, who thereupon looked up. He
was a sworthy faced working man—an Italyun. There Claire” ses he “is the
sacred of your brothers well cut lons.”
“Jimmy!” ses Miss Claire reproachfully.
He puts his hands into his pants pocket and thrys to look indiffrunt.
“I ordered the feller off the grounds” continued her father “for I was
detarmined that no sun of mine shud shirk his respunsibilities in that
shameliss fashun. Sir” ses he, turning upon Mr. James, “you’ll be good
enuff to resoom the cutting of the lons after brikfust.”
For wance Mr. James was silent. He et his brikfust widout opening his
mouth wance.
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