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pleted the furniture of the place. Miss Grimshaw 

 was looking around her for a bell when the following 

 dialogue between Moriarty and some female un- 

 known struck her ears. 



" Mrs Sheelan," came Moriarty's voice, evidently 

 from the back-yard. 



" What do you want? " came the reply, evidently 

 from an upper room. 



"What are you doin'? " 



" I'm clanin' meself." 



" Well, hurry up clanin' yourseK and put the 

 kittle on the fire for there's a young lady wants 

 some tay." 



" Oh, glory be to God!— Moriarty." 



" Well? " 



" Shout for Biddy — she's bey ant there in the 

 cow-house. Tell her the kittle's on and to stir the 

 fire and make the tay — I'll be wid ye in wan 

 minit." 



Miss Grimshaw took her seat and waited, listen- 

 ing to the stumping noise upstairs that told of 

 speed, and wondering what Mrs Sheelan would be 

 like when she was cleaned. 



Almost immediately Biddy, fresh from the cow- 

 house, a girl with apple-red cheeks, entered the 

 room, altogether, whisked the stuffed dog on to a 

 side-table, dumped down a dirty table-cloth which 

 shehad brought in rolled up under her arm, dragged 

 out the drawer of a cupboard, and from the drawer 

 knives, forks, spoons, a salt-cellar and a pepper- 

 caster of pewter. 



