"No, don't tell that," said Jimmy, "it always makes wee
Bugsey cry."

"Well," began Pearlie, as she had done many times before.
"Once upon a time not very long ago, there lived a lovely
pink lady in a big house painted red, with windies in
ivery side of it, and a bell on the front dure, and a
velvet carpet on the stair and--"

"What's a stair?' asked Bugsey.

"It's a lot of boxes piled up higher and higher, and
nailed down tight so that ye can walk on them, and when
ye get away up high, there is another house right farninst
ye--well anyway, there was a lovely pianny in the parlow,
and flowers in the windies, and two yalla burds that sing
as if their hearts wud break, and the windies had a border
of coloured glass all around them, and long white curtings
full of holes, but they like them all the better o' that,
for it shows they are owld and must ha' been good to ha'
stood it so long. Well. annyway. there was a little boy
called Jimmie Watson"--here all eyes were turned on Jimmy,
who was sitting on the floor mending his moccasin with
a piece of sinew. "There was a little boy called Jimmy
Watson who used to carry milk to the lady's back dure,
and a girl with black eyes and white teeth all smiley
used to take it from him, and put it in a lovely pitcher
with birds flying all over it. But one day the lady,
herself, was there all dressed in lovely pink velvet and