"What is it, Sally?" asked Grim's mistress, with a good-natured
laugh.

"Why, Mrs. Walter told me you wasn't in yet; I'm awful sorry, I beg
your pardon."

She spoke with a strong south-west-country accent.

"Do you want me?"

"It's only for Grim," returned Sally. showing something which she
held wrapped up in paper. "I'd brought un home a bit o' fish, a nice
bit without bone; it'll just suit he."

"Then come and give it he," said the other, with a merry glance at
Waymark. "But he mustn't make a mess on the hearthrug."

"Oh, trust un for that," cried Sally. "He won't pull it off the
paper."

Grim was accordingly provided with his supper, and Sally ran away
with a "good-night."

"Who's that?" Waymark asked. "Where on earth does she come from?"

"She's from Weymouth. They talk queerly there, don't they? She lives
in the house, and goes to business. Sally and I are great friends."

"Do you come from the country?" Waymark inquired, as she sat down in
an easy-chair and watched the cat eating.