"I have a sick niece up stairs, and you will disturb her," she said to
the girl, who replied:
"An' sure thin, mum, I'll _whisper_."
But her whisper seemed to penetrate everywhere, and Miss McPherson was
glad when at last the toast and tea and jelly intended for Bessie's
dinner were ready upon the tray which she bade the girl take up stairs
to the young lady whose room was at the end of the hall.
"An' indade I'd take off me shoes and go in me stockin' feet to be
quiet: an' it's niver a word I'll spake," the girl said, as she started
on her errand, while her mistress listened at the foot of the stairs.
Miss McPherson was prepared for a demonstration if some sort, but did
not quite expect what followed, for the moment the girl stepped into the
room, Bessie sprang up with the loud glad cry: "Oh, Jennie, Jennie,
where did you come from? I am so glad!"
There was an answering cry of surprise and joy, and then the tray, with
everything upon it, went crashing to the floor, while Jennie exclaimed:
"An', be jabers, the plather an' the tay is all one smash together, in
me fright at seem' you here before me, when it's meself was goin' to ask
her to take you.
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