"
"No? How's that?"
"I'm leavin' un to-morrow. I've got a place in a shop, just by here,
--a chandler's shop, and I'm going to live in."
"Indeed? Well, I'm glad to hear it. I dare say you'll be better
off."
"Oh, I say,--you know your friend?"
"The Irishman?"
"Yes."
"What about him?" asked the other, smiling as he looked into the
girl's pretty face.
"Well," said Sally, "I don't mind you telling un where I live now,
--if you like.--Look, there's the address on that paper; you can
take it."
"Oh, I see. In point of fact, you _wish_ me to tell him?"
"Oh, I don't care. I dessay he don't want to know anything about I.
But you can if you like."
"I will be sure to, and no doubt he will be delighted. He's been
growing thin since I told him you declined to renew his
acquaintance."
"Oh, don't talk! And now I must be off. Good-bye. I dessay I shall
see you sometimes?"
"Without doubt. We'll have another Sunday at Richmond soon.
Good-bye."
It was about four in the afternoon when Sally reached home, and she
ran up at once to Ida's room, and burst in, crying out, "I've got
it! I've got it!" with much dancing about and joyous singing. Ida
rose with a faint smile of welcome.
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