Chimneys.' Can you do this?"

It was funny to see the varying expressions on Susan's face.
Wonder, amusement, and docility followed each other in quick
succession, and then she said:

"Is it a masqueradin', belike, you want, Miss Patty?"

"Yes; just that, Susan. Could you do it?"

"Av coorse I cud do it, if you be wantin' me to; but wud I look
good enough, Miss?"

"You'd look all right, after I dressed you; but, Susan, could you
talk with less,--less accent?"

"Me brogue, is it, Miss? Faith, an' I fear I can't be after
conquerin' that! It's born in me."

"Patty," said Mona, "I think your scheme is crazy,--perfectly
CRAZY! But--if you really mean it, I'll tell you that I HAVE an
Irish aunt,--at least, sort of Scotch-Irish,--and if we pass Susan
off for her, the--the ACCENT won't matter."

"Just the thing!" cried Patty, gleefully. "I see my way clear now!
It IS a crazy plan, Mona, I admit that,--but do you know of any
better?"

"No; but, Patty, think a minute. Of course, the truth will leak
out, and what will people say?"