"Shameful, depraved girl," she gobbled, "who is this you have in your chamber? Ah, I've caught you! The ingratitude! You terrible old wretch!"—this to Granfa—"close that door instantly while I send for the police!"
By this time we had ventured into the hall, and, Mrs. Handsomebody, seeing us groaned: "Under the roof with these innocent children—I thought that in my care their innocence was safe."
"It was thim same innocents that brung him here," said Mary Ellen, stung into disclosing our part in the scandal, "and it's himsilf is their own grandfather."
Mrs. Handsomebody's gaze was appalling as she turned it on us three.
"You? Your grandfather? What fresh insanity is this?"
"You see," I explained, keeping my fascinated eyes on the wart on her chin, "he's just come for a little visit, and he really is our Granfa, and we love him awfully."
"Won't have him abused," spluttered The Seraph.
"Be rights," added Mary Ellen, solemnly, "he should have the best spare room, the byes' own aged relation."
"I shall sift this affair," said Mrs. Handsomebody, "to its most appalling dregs. You, Alexan-
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