Having deposited the portmanteau, Valmai had scarcely time to thank him before he had slouched away with a polite touch of his cap.
"My uncle lives here?
Captain Powell." "Yes, miss, and thank the Lord you've come, for Ay've bin ewt on the road looking for you twenty taimes to-day, though Ay towld him you couldn't come afore the train.

There he is, knocking again.

You go up to him, miss, that's all he wants.

Ay'll bring your bag up, honey.
There's your room, raight a-top of the stayurs; and there's your uncle's door on the first landing.

Ye'll hear him grumbling." And, following these instructions, Valmai knocked at the first door she came to.
"Come in, and be tarnished to you," said an extraordinarily gruff voice; and, almost before she had time to enter the room, a heavy book came flying at her.