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"Och, murther! is the world burning up?" cried the cook. "Be still, ye howlin' fool," said the cool and travelled maid. "It's only von big fire!" "Go to your mistress and help her, quick!" cried Dennis. "Go to my meestress! I go to de street and save my life." "Oh, Janette!" cried Christine. "Come and help me!" "I am meeserable zat I cannot.
Passing the Cabin, they again encountered a downy-lipped youth in gray flannels accompanied by a fat gentleman with tortoise-shell eyes and a tallow smile; but the jaunty dimples of the fat man, the supercilious lift of the gray flannel's eyebrow froze mid-way at sight of Meestress Leezie O'Finnigan, who bowed to Bat with the gravity of a mother superior.
A red plush cape was round her shoulders; and Eleanor could hardly believe her eyes she had not seen them since she went through the East End of London they were copper toed boots. "M' name is Meestress Leezie O'Finnigan. What's y'rs?" demanded the little old face. Eleanor didn't answer. She was trying to think what had changed the driver's friendly manner.
"Waz ye wantin' me faather?" As the reader is aware this little person never lacked speech. "H's away! H's gone t' th' citie for th' throuble that's comin' on about th' mine, y' onderstand? He's wan o' th' men t' be on hand if there's throuble." "Are you one of the new settlers'?" "Yes, sor! M' name's Meestress Leezie O'Finnigan!
Meestress Lizzie O'Finnigan stood in the opening of the tent flap, a lonely little face, a lonely little figure in her tawdry rags, a lonely little soul in the great lone Forest, like a little mite lost in the big universe, Eleanor thought.
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