~—~40 | DIGGING: A GRAVE

“How dare you touch my child, and speak
when you are not spoken to! Put down
my baby!—lay it in the chair. I suppose
you had your lesson on the stairs. A pretty
‘pass the world is coming to, when the
canaule are permitted to— to— but where is
Mrs. Byrne ? — nurse, I mean; and where
are my frills, where the chemisette, and the

set — where, I say?” | |
ee Madam,” answered poor Mary, trembling, -
for Mrs. Layton had come so close to her
that her breath, tainted by brandy, told a
too sadly true story, |

“1 beg your pardon, Madam, but its Mrs.
Byrne that’s the clear-starcher, and some-
thing has hindered her being here at the
right time; but as she told me your ladyship
wanted the needle-work, and to explain some-
thing Peggy could not get under—I mean
understand —she said she would come with

me herself. I’m the needle-woman, your _