fireplace, and Barry remained for a minute, thinking how he'd open the
campaign. At last he began:

"Anty, look you here, now. What scheme have you got in your
head?--You'd better let me know, at once."

"What schame, Barry?"

"Well--what schame, if you like that better."

"I've no schame in my head, that I know of--at laist--" and then Anty
blushed. It would evidently be easy enough to make the poor girl tell
her own secret.

"Well, go on--at laist--"

"I don't know what you mane, Barry. Av' you're going to be badgering me
again, I'll go away."

"It's evident you're going to do something you're ashamed of, when
you're afraid to sit still, and answer a common question. But you must
answer me. I'm your brother, and have a right to know. What's this
you're going to do?' He didn't like to ask her at once whether she was
going to get married. It might not be true, and then he would only be
putting the idea into her head. 'Well,--why don't you answer me? What
is it you're going to do?"

"Is it about the property you mane, Barry?"

"What a d----d hypocrite you are! As if you didn't know what I mean!