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128 THE GRINDER PAPERS. NUMBER SIXTEEN. CHARITY GOES HOUSE-HUNTING, Jemmimy Brisket and meain’t norelation. I’ve heered some o these Yorkers has said how’t Charity Grinder was endeavorin to establish relationships where none didnt exist. So I state - plainly how’t she and me ain’t none. Her pa was my mother's brother, and they quarreled, and didn’t hev nuthin’ tu say tu each other. However, she and me was allers intimate, and I went tu see her as soon as ever I could find her direction. She was in a peck o’ troubles, and the first words she said were these : ‘‘Oh, Charity, Charity, Idu expect tu be homeless, There ain't nobody will take us in.” “Why, what’s the matter?” sez I. 7 Sez she, ‘‘We’vegin up our house and it’s let over our heads, and there ain’t none tu be had? We can’t afford a nine-story residence, with brown stone fronts and floors; they won't let to them that has children, and there ain’t no small houses, and we've got tu sect in the streets. I spend the heft o’ the time in the street, and the gal explodes the kerosene lamp and tumbles down stairs with the baby, and the big children sets fire tu the