Then, giving the bell a violent jerk, I awaited, in angry impatience, the appearance of Anna, who, in due time, after going to the street door, found her way to my chamber.
"Anna!" I exclaimed, "what, in the name of goodness, possessed you to do this ?" And I pointed to the bed.
"Sure, and ye towld me till put them on ye's bed." "I told you no such thing, you stupid creature! I said if a bonnet came, to put it on the bed." "Och! sorry a word did ye iver say about a bonnet, mum.

It's the first time I iver heard ony thing about a bonnet from yer blessed lips.

And thot's thrue." "Where is my bonnet, then?
Did one come home ?" "Plase, mum, and there did.

And a purty one it is, too, as iver my two eyes looked upon." "What did you do with it ?" I enquired, with a good deal of concern.
"It's safe in thot great mahogany closet, mum," she replied, pointing to my wardrobe.
I stepped quickly to the "mahogany closet," and threw open the door.
Alas! for my poor bonnet! It was crushed in between two of Mr.
Smith's coats, and tied to a peg, by the strings, which were, of course, crumpled to a degree that made them useless.
"Too bad! Too bad!" I murmured, as I disengaged the bonnet from its unhappy companionship with broadcloth.

As it came to the light, my eyes fell upon two dark spots on the front, the unmistakable prints of Anna's greasy fingers.