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Meanwhile May was to go and spend part of every Sunday with Miss Lillycrop at Number 9 Purr Street . `` Well , Grannie , '' said May , returning to the front room , where the sausages were already hissing deliciously , `` what news have you for me to-night ? '' She sat down beside the old woman , took her hand and spoke in that cheery , cosy , confidential way which renders some women so attractive . `` Deed , May , there 's little but the auld story -- Mercies , mornin ' , noon , and night . But , oo ay , I was maist forgettin ' ; Miss Lillycrap was here , an left ye a message o ' some sort . '' `` And what was the message , Grannie ? '' `` She 's gone and forgot it , '' said Solomon Flint , putting the sausages on the table , which had already been spread for supper by a stout little girl who was the sole domestic of the house and attendant on Mrs Flint .