 
 <prompt> CHAPTER IV 

Elizabeth pause make she catch her breath for the top of the third flight of stairs. She lean against the iron balustrade. 

"You poor dear!" she talk. "How many times you dey climb dis stairs everyday?" 

"I no dey comot often," he remind am, "and e no dey every day wey lift dey spoil. Na just one more flight." 

She look up the stairs, sigh, and raise her smart, grey, tailor-made skirt small small over her shoes. 

"Well," she talk heroically, "lead on. If dem go sometimes clean dis steps--but, after all, e no matter to you now, abi? Imagine that poor girl, though." 

He smile small small. 

"A few flights of stairs no be the worst things wey she don face, I dey fear," he talk. 

"I dey fear her small," Elizabeth confide, dey support herself for her companion shoulder. "I think say I sabi that ultra-independent type. Kick me if I do mistake. Na this door be this?" 

Philip nod and knock softly. There was a sharp "Come in!" 

"Put the key down, abeg," the figure wey dey type talk, as dem enter. 

The words never even leave Martha mouth before she turn around, dey conscious of another presence for the room. Philip move forward. 

"Miss Grimes," he talk, "I don carry Miss Dalstan come see you. She want--" 

He stop. Something for the stony expression of the girl wey don stand up dey face them, her ashen paleness wey no get any color, her hands wey dey hang for front of her patched and shabby frock, look like say e stop the words for him mouth. Her voice low but no soft. E look like say e create anger and resentment for the room at once. <response>: 1. yes
2. top of the third flight of stairs
3. iron balustrade
4. Philip
5. No
6. skirt
7. Yes
8. grey
9. the lift was out of order.
10. Four
11. dust these steps 