THE MIDNIGHT CALL.
The hour was well after midnight, and Miss Fitton, the dressmaker, had been in bed quite a long time when she was awakened by a violent knocking on the street door. She sprang up, and on the doorstep discerned a small urchin hammering away at the door. "Hello, there!" she called out angrily. The youngster looked up, "Ii yer please," he shouted, "you're at once at No. 14. My mother—" "Go away, you little silly!" broke in Miss Fitton. "You're at the wrong door; the doctor lives next house but one." And the window was coming down with a bang when again his voice assailed her ears, yelling louder'-than ever. ; "No, no; it's you we, want. Mother's been having her new hobble skirt on today, and we don't know how to get her put fl| it." . ... _" _
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Auckland Star, Volume XLII, Issue 68, 21 March 1911, Page 2
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139THE MIDNIGHT CALL. Auckland Star, Volume XLII, Issue 68, 21 March 1911, Page 2
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