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"Aunt Minerva's got a great, big buncher tu'key feathers an' I can git 'em right now," and the little boy flew into the house and was back in a few seconds. "We must have blankets, of course," said Lina, with the air of one whose word is law; "mother has a genuine Navajo." "I got a little bow'narruh what Santa Claus bringed me," put in Jimmy.
V. Vivian was hurrying on, as if perceiving that he hadn't made the matter fully plain as yet: "It is quite a serious thing for her, because she can make more at the Works than anywhere else she's a born buncher. And she and her mother are dependent on her earnings. It seems a a great hardship that she should be thrown out this way, without any fault of her own...."
"Yes thank you.... I'd like to enlist your help, if I could, Miss Heth. I've just come from the Works, you see," he hurried on with curious intensity "where I went to try to right what seems to be a clear injustice. I wonder do you remember the girl I happened to mention to you at my uncle's that night, a buncher here at the Works?..." His expression said that he was counting on her remembering.
He only knew that he liked sitting by Bessie and that if he sat he must talk, and so he kept on and only arose to go when he heard the rattling of tea-cups outside and guessed that Mrs. Buncher might be preparing to bring up luncheon. About half-past four that afternoon Mrs.
"You live at the Dabney House, I suppose? you're a buncher at the Works?... How did you know me that this note was for me?" Here was a puzzler, indeed. By what instinct had little Kern known, the instant the door began to open, that this, and no other, was Mr. V.V.'s beautiful lady?... "How could you be anybody else, ma'am?... You couldn't." "I believe I have heard Dr. Vivian speak of you.
"It's between man and man now, Mister Whimple this ain't no yarn. My Pa says he uster think no man could keep a buncher kids like us and be happy, and now he thinks no man could be happy without a bunch like us, and Ma says it's hard scrapin' sometimes, but she wouldn't be without one of us for a thousand feeter land on the main street, and that's going some." "What does your father do, William?"
Buncher had given her to eat upon the road, and when at last she was gone, and they walked out of the station into the noisy street, each felt that the brightness of the summer day had changed, and that something inexpressibly sweet had been taken from them.
"Yes, Neil," she replied, "we could find lodgings fit for the queen, but then we have not the queen's income, and these rooms are so cheap only a pound a week, and the kitchen fire included, I know they are not pretty, but they are very clean and quiet, and Mrs. Buncher is so kind."
Mrs. Buncher, who was her own waitress, had bidden him "go right up," and as the door was ajar he stood for an instant on the upper landing and heard Archie say: "You were fifteen last March.
Buncher in London, and coming out as a second-class passenger." "Did he do that?"
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