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What I Discovered

by Mary Kyle Dallas


They were house-cleaning at Mrs. Copper’s boarding-house. My paternal grandmother, Mrs. Perkins, lived next door to that establishment, and I had been to call upon her, and just dodged a dipper full of water aimed at an upper window as I crossed the pavement.

Water was dripping from all the newly-washed window sills. A stout Irish girl was exhibiting a great deal of very stout blue stocking on the top of a step-ladder in the vestibule. Mysterious female heads enveloped in towels appeared at upper windows and vanished instantly. A kalsomining gentleman of color was engineering two poles with a bucket strung on them through the area door, and a faint smell of paint came through the area door, in company with a tall person in a white paper cap, who had the air of one whose occupation was over. Behind him came a small, gaunt, prim, and perfectly-dressed young man, who was endeavoring to get a full view of his own back as he rushed down the front door steps. I knew my friend, Mr. Mirabeau Spriggins.Read More