Page 184 - The Little sister of Wilifred

was Mrs. B a gl eyJs own, in which she was

now flying about in a frantic endeavor

to don her robes of state.
“ T h a t’s Mrs, Brewer at the door,

P eg /’ she called out, “ but don’t go yet.

You know sence the b e ll’s broke we

don't hear it first time it's rung. L o r’,
this waist aint within three inches of

meetin’. ’T is a wonder how I can

flesh up so, slavin' the way 1. do 111 the

kitchen. Well, 1 spose I ’11 have to
throw a shawl round me, an’ let it go !s

it is. W hat are you laughin’ at, you

impudent thing ? Go to the door this

minute ; don’t you see I m all dressed ? ”
Wilifred opened the door, not to

find Mrs. Brewer, but a gentleman, who

looked at her very sharply, she thought,

as he asked for Mrs. Bagley.
H e had called to make inquiries about

Peggy, who, he said, had just been to