The Grinder Papers — page 118: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 113 was young no gal never allowed no feller tu kiss her—leastways none never durstattemptittume. Thinks me, ‘‘ Jest you wait, that’s all. You'll hear of this.” - But I tell you ‘twas gettin’ mighty cold in the kitching pantry. You see I'd took off my gownd and had on my nightgownd and a pair o slippers. Twas a caution, the way I shivered. B.meby they got talkin’ of her missus, and she told what a temper she had, and how she locked up things. ‘No such thing as a poor gal gettin’ a bit o’ cake for lunch,” sezshe, ‘‘without it’s giveout. But I wish ye’d been here, Pat, yestherday, for I laid the best half of a chicken to the cat, the while it was hid undher me bed, fora bit o’ supper. There's nothin’ for ye now but some cowld mutton.” ‘«' That'll be wilcome, ’ fetched it up. Then sez she, -‘‘I’'ll get ye a pickle,” and into the pantry she I sez he, and she went down cellar and walks. I stood flat against the wall, hopin’ how't she wouldn’t see me; but, land o’ liberty! the next minute she looked u_ and gina awful howl, and rushed out and banged the door. ‘What's the matther, honey?” sez the man. Sez she, ‘‘Och, there's a ghost in it, tin feet high.” I had my nightgownd on, and I hain’t a doubt but what I did look ethereal. ’Tain't tu be wondered at the gal took me fora spook cet ““A ghost, is it ?” sez he, and open he pulls the door. _ att Howly murther, it is!” sez he, and with that out he pulls a Eomichboo cS (ele)