I admit feeling a little creepy at the time, myself; but it was all a joke and really we ought not to mind it at all." "Tell me all about it, my dear!" said Mr.Merrick, earnestly, for whatever affected his beloved nieces was of prime importance to him.
"We were taking our morning stroll along the streets," began Patsy, "when on turning a corner we came upon a crowd of people who seemed to be greatly excited.

Most of them were workmen in flannel shirts, their sleeves rolled up, their hands grimy with toil.

These stood before a brick building that seemed like a factory, while from its doors other crowds of workmen and some shopgirls were rushing into the street and several policemen were shaking their clubs and running here and there in a sort of panic.

At first Beth and I stopped and hesitated to go on, but as the sidewalk seemed open and fairly free I pulled Beth along, thinking we might discover what the row was about.

Just as we got opposite the building a big workman rushed at us and shouted: 'Go back--go back! The wall is falling.' "Well, Uncle, you can imagine our dismay.