en repeated to him, in her own way,
that part of the conversation which has been already laid before the
reader. There is no need of going over the whole of this again in
Kitty's version, but we may fit what followed into the joints of what has
been already told.

"He cahled her Cynthy, d' ye see, Mr. Gridley, an' tahked to her jist as
asy as if they was two rogues, and she knowed it as well as he did. An'
so, says he, I'm goin' away, says he, an' I'm goin' to be gahn siveral
days, or perhaps longer, says he, an' you'd better kape it, says he."

"Keep what, Kitty? What was it he wanted her to keep?" said Mr. Gridley,
who no longer doubted that he was on the trail of a plot, and meant to
follow it. He was getting impatient with the "says he's" with which
Kitty double-leaded her discourse.

"An' to be sure ain't I tellin' you, Mr. Gridley, jist as fast as my
breath will let me? An' so, says he, you'd better kape it, says he,
mixed up with your other paupers, says he," (Mr. Gridley started,) "an'
thin we can find it in the garret, says he, whinever we want it, says he.
An' if it all goes right out there, says he, it won't be lahng before we
shall want to find it, says he. And I can dipind on you, says he, for
we're both in the same boat, says he, an' you knows what I knows, says
he, an' I knows what you knows, says be. And thin he taks a stack o'
paupers out of his pocket, an' he pulls out one of 'em, an' he says to
her, says he, that's the pauper, says he, an' if you die, says be, niver
lose sight of that day or night, says he, for it's life an' dith to both
of us, says he. An' thin he asks her if she has n't got one o' them
paupers--what is 't they cahls 'em?--divilops, or some sich kind of a
name--that they wraps up their letters in; an' she says no, she has n't
got none that's big enough to hold it. So he says, give me a shate o'
pauper, says he. An' thin he takes the pauper that she give him, an' he
folds it up like one o' them--divilops, if that's the name of 'em; and
thin he pulls a stick o' salin'-wax out of his pocket, an' a stamp, an'
he takes the pauper an' puts it into th' other pauper, along with the
rest of the paupers, an' thin he folds th' other pauper over the paupers,
and thin he lights a candle, an' he milts the salin'-wax, and he sales up
the pauper that was outside th' other paupers, an' he writes on the back
of the pauper, an' thin he hands it to Miss Badlam."

"Did you see the paper that