FOLLOWING DAY
This marning whin I waked I missed Minnie Carnavan at me side. Sitting
up and looking about me, I seen Minnie seeted at me table, riting a
litter. She seen me whin I set up, and she faulded oop her litter and
licked the invilip.
“Well Minnie Carnavan” ses I “and what are you up to at this unarthly
our?”
“Hoosh, darlint!” ses she, caming to me bed, and setting down beside me.
“Delia” ses she “I’ve dun it.”
“Dun what?” ses I and I begin to have misgivings.
“I’ve rote” ses Minnie “to the auld gintleman.”
“To Mr. Wolley” ses I a bit daft.
“No” ses she shaking her hed. “To the lad’s father.”
For a minit me tung faled me. I stared at the crachure in silinse. She
got ap from me bed and sarched about for her hat, found it and put it
on.
“Delia O’Malley” ses she “That yung Dudley fellow do be fresh as sour
milk” ses she. “Its been on me conshunse iver sinse I came, mavourneen,
to poonish him for his thricks. Its desaving the pretty Miss Claire hes
after oop to. Trust an auld girl like Minnie Carnavan to see throo the
thricks of a yung spalpeen like that.”
“Minnie” ses I meekly, for theres a feer in me hart that maks me week as
a kitten, “Tell me the truth darlint. Be you going to male a litter to
the lad’s father?”
“Indade and I am” ses Minnie bauldly, “and to mak shure” ses she “that
the old dude gets it safely, I’ll be me own postman and deliver it in
person. Goodbye Delia mavoarneen, I’ll not be coming back. Give me luv
to Mr. Mulvaney.”
Befure I cud git me wits thegither again, Minnie, the ritched, false
crachure was gone. I herd the frunt dure close behind her.
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