Bonner, "Shall we take any thing to drink?"
"Well, you may take it or lave it," said Mr. Grady, who thought his
offer slighted, and did not like the contemptuous manners of the
newcomers, and so left them.
"Will we take any thing to drink?" Blanche asked again: and again
began to laugh.
"Grady," bawled out a voice from the chamber within:--a voice that
made Mrs. Bonner start.
Grady did not answer: his song was heard from afar off, from the
kitchen, his upper room, where Grady was singing at his work.
"Grady, my coat!" again roared the voice from within.
"Why, that is not Mr. Strong's voice," said the Sylphide, still half
laughing. "Grady my coat!--Bonner, who is Grady my coat? We ought
to go away."
Bonner still looked quite puzzled at the sound of the voice which she
had heard.
The bedroom door here opened and the individual who had called out
"Grady, my coat," appeared without the garment in question.
He nodded to the women, and walked across the room.
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