"
"I'll have pity on your ignorance," replied Polly, "and tell you
more than that. I'm going to bed, and going to try to get to sleep
if there's any chance of it in a 'ouse like this, which might be a
'sylum for inebriates."
Mrs. Bubb laughed, the strangest laugh ever heard from her
respectable lips. Words were needless, and in a few seconds she
panted before her friends downstairs.
"She says she's a-goin' to bed. Of all the shimeless creatures!
Called me every nime she could turn her tongue to! And wouldn't open
her door not if the 'ouse was burning. Do you hear her?"
Mr. Gammon buttoned his coat from top to bottom, smoothed his
moustache and his side-whiskers, and had the air of a man who is in
readiness for stern duty.
"I want both of you to come up with me," he said quietly.
Mrs. Clover began to look alarmed, even embarrassed.
"But perhaps she's really gone to bed."
"All right, she shall have time," he nodded, laughing. "I want both
of you to come up to see fair play."
"But, Mr. Gammon, I shouldn't like--"
"Mrs.
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