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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 59 extra one fur me, and mizzle up stairs. Miss Kittikins has left me to keep house, and I'm a goin’ tu keep it. It’s been spook- in’ along of itself so far, I should say. Where’s the young uns?” ‘‘Out in the street, I reckon,” she says. “Well,” sezI, ‘‘fetch ’em, no foolin’. I will hev my orders attended to.” And in a minute in came the hull bilin’ driv like a passel o’ pigs, and black with dirt. “There,” sez I, ‘“stop proceedins. Lift off the biler and give me soap and sody, and a-crash towel; I’m goin’ tu wash these ere up fust.” And so I did. Soused every one, rubbed ’em till they shone wrapped ‘em up in counterpanes, and sot ‘em in a row on the wash-bench, with each a spellin’-book, and orders to study. ‘‘ And don’t you budge,” sez I. ‘‘When the house is clean you shall have some clean clothes, and study catechise for a change.” They all yelled, but I didn’t care for that, and up stairs | went. ‘Top o' the house fust,” sez I. ‘‘Which is the nastiest room ?” ) *«Missuses,” sez she, and in we went. Massy! whata hole. On the mantel-piece was four bottles of ink, and one upset; a dozen dirty pens, a bowl of victuals of some kind, a fork, her t’other bonnit, a lamp all ile outside, a ~ book open on its face, and a dirty towel. cComicboo “S i €o