Page 136 - The Little sister of Wilifred

“ Slavey ! slavey! " cried a voice at
that moment in the hall.

There ’s a nice young i^oalieLiiin in the next door.
Towels are wauled at number forty-to ur,':

hummed Bolander. “ T h at’s Fullerton
calling you,'1

“ Me? ” exclaimed Wilifred ; — and
■then, recollecting her part, she added,

Why, yes, of course,” and ran into
the hall.

A young man with a pitcher in his
hand immediately hailed her with the

order, “ Here, you slavey. I want you
to cut down stairs and bring me some

hot water.”
Mr. Fullerton was looking distractedly

over the numerous articles on bis table
when Wilifred, after many difficulties,

succeeded in getting what he wanted.
Evidently something was missing.

“ Look here, Peggy,” he said, on see-