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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 163 nice furrin things in jars, and quite kep her sperrits up, poor thing, tellin’ her how damp the house was, and what a bad neigh- borhood ‘twas, and cetery. By the time I was through our carts had come, and I run up ‘stairs. Epi Now, Mandy,” sez I, ‘‘you cut round tu the new house and be there to receive the things. ” ‘‘Well,” sezshe, ‘‘sence you’ve took matters in hand I s’pose I might as well.” Critter was as mad as hop, though. Off she went, and me and Mr. Floger staid. The cartmen was mostly Irish, and the way o’ movin’ was tu wedge tables and things tight intu doorways and then holler that they wouldn't go through, and then Mr. Floger had tu go tu work and argy that what had went in would go out. bs At last sez he, ‘‘I must help em,” and off he peels his coats, and hangs ‘em on a nail, and sez he: ‘<Be keerful o’ them coats, Miss Grinder.” J “*O’ course,” sez 1; and I kep an eye on ’em.” Purty soon one load was on, and off he went with it, carryin’ a clock, and perched up in front in his shirt sleeves. I hollered tu him, but he didn't hear, and I sot down onq feather bed tu wait until the carts came back. Land o’ liberty, how tejus it was ! Wall, I hadn’t sot there long, when I’seen a man gettin’ ove} ‘the balcony rails. He was a young feller, with a head o’ black hair close tu his head, as ef it had been chawed down by some Eomicboo cS (E(e)