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4 fa + ge ee ee eR ee Vey ok Ls We ker ee eee oe uh tere Le Oe , - gone “2 7 ren + . . ‘, Py : . * s pt, 7 . oN om AD i S >, cs ¥ . rt tiesto Ba” oe Sy a. ‘s 2 a> Sa 4. 4 - 4 %.<* , : 7 . = % > a yen , —- THE GRINDER PAPERS. 265 3 ‘‘T wish I’d got a longer ’one,” sezI; ‘‘dunno where it might kev riz. But run, now, Molly, and get a piece o’ red flanning from the rag-bag, and let's wrap it well up, and mind you don't tell Miss Wogginwalker about the oven. Tell her the temper- toor o’ Peekskill, this summer, is precisely that what she sees marked down.” : Well, Molly promised, and fetched the flanning, and we put the thing in between a@guilt o’ hern and a wool shawl, and I had tu laugh tu think how I’d fixed Miss Wogginwalker. I'd told Molly tu write jest how she took it, and in October I gota letter. I'll jest show it tu ye: | ‘‘CanapDy, October 1oth. “Miss GrinDER—Ma’am: This comes tu let ye know that I’m enjoyin’ the blessin’ iv health, and hope ye air the same. ~ Tt’sa mis’rable cowld climit we’re havin’. Ye'’d think ’twas winter a’ready, and my Cousin Pater is married, and my Uncle Daniel tuck tu dhrink, and by the Lord’s blessin’ I'll be back agin tu Christian lands afore Im much oulder. ‘The place is good, and the lady as well as most ladies is; but, for all that, the male survents 1s French tu the man, an’ sorra a wan 0 me ud marry a foreigner. It would be a purty thing fur tu find it un- possible tu have a bit o’ discoors with your own husband, and if the children took after their father, divila word they spoke could ye ondersthand. Catch me settlin’ here. ‘*But, now, I’ve niver said a word consarnin’ the tempertoor I took along ‘with me. Sure, Miss Grinder, me dear lady, I grave tu tell ye the same, but some meddlesome crayther must have tampered with the thermometer. Sure as me sowl’s me own, I kep’ it safe just where ye put it until I came tu Miss Gomicbooks:com