One day Eliza, out of patience, came to Mrs. Myers, and said:
"A' thin, maam, will you come up and spake to Miss Conolly. She's rasin
ructions above stairs."
"Oh dear, oh dear!" said Mrs. Myers. "Cant you keep her quiet?"
"Arra, how can I kape her quiet, an she cryin an roarin, dyin an
desarted?"
"Ask Mrs. Forster to go in and coax her to stop."
"Mrs. Forsther's at dhuddher ind o the town. Whisht! There she is,
callin me. Youll have to gup to her, maam. Faith I wont go next or near
her."
"There's no use in my going up, Eliza. What can I do?"
Eliza had nothing to suggest. "I'm sure, maam," she pleaded, "if she
wont mind you, she wont mind me--bad manners to her!"
Mrs. Myers hesitated. The lodger became noisier.
"I spose Ive got to go," said Mrs. Myers, plaintively. She went up
