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Dunkelberg said to me. "I wouldn't be too sure about 'em if I were you. It's so easy to be mistaken. You couldn't be sure in the dusk that the stone really hit him, could you?" I answered: "Yes, sir I saw the stone hit and I saw him put his hand on the place while he was running. I guess it hurt him some." "Look a' here, Baynes," Mr. Grimshaw began in that familiar scolding tone of his.
We unhitched and went in to supper. I was hoping that Aunt Deel would speak of my work but she seemed not to think of it. "Had a grand day!" said Uncle Peabody, as he sat down at the table and began to tell what Mr. Wright and Mr. Dunkelberg had said to him. I, too, had had a grand day and probably my elation was greater than his.
He held his neck straighter and smiled more and spoke with greater deliberation. Mr. Dunkelberg was a big, broad-shouldered, solemn-looking man. Somehow his face reminded me of a lion's which I had seen in one of my picture-books. He had a thick, long, outstanding mustache and side whiskers, and deep-set eyes and heavy eyebrows.
"Nobody knows anything o' the kind, Baynes," said Mr. Dunkelberg. "Of course Amos never thought o' killing anybody. He's a harmless kind of a boy. I know him well and so do you. The only thing that anybody ever heard against him is that he's a little lazy. Under the circumstances Mr. Grimshaw is afraid that Bart's story will make it difficult for Amos to prove his innocence. Just think of it.
I saw the color in her cheeks deepen as she turned with a smile and walked away two or three steps while the grown people laughed, and stood with her back turned looking in at the window. "You're looking the wrong way for the scenery," said Mr. Dunkelberg. She turned and walked toward me with a look Of resolution in her pretty face and said: "I'm not afraid of him."
Altogether, it helped me to feel the deep foundations on which my friend, the Senator, had been building in his public life. Going out with the crowd that evening, I met Sally and Mr. and Mrs. Dunkelberg. The latter did not speak to me and when I asked Sally if I could walk home with her she answered curtly, "No, thank you." In following the schoolmaster I have got a bit ahead of my history.
Aunt Deel and Uncle Peabody were coming in from the pasture lot with sacks of butternuts on a wheelbarrow. My uncle clapped his hands and waved his handkerchief and shouted "Hooray!" Aunt Deel shook hands with Mr. Dunkelberg and then came to me and said: "Wal, Bart Baynes! I never was so glad to see anybody in all the days o' my life ayes! We been lookin' up the road for an hour ayes!
Horace Dunkelberg says that you're the best-lookin' boy he ever see." "Stop!" Aunt Deel exclaimed with a playful tap on his shoulder. "W'y! ye mustn't go on like that." "I'm tellin' just what he said," my uncle answered. "I guess he only meant that Bart looked clean an' decent that's all ayes! He didn't mean that Bart was purty. Land sakes! no."
"What in the world do you want of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked. "Oh, just to play with her," I said as I showed him how I could sit on my hands and raise myself from the chair bottom. "Haven't you any one to play with at home?" "Only my Uncle Peabody." "Don't you like to play with him?" "Oh, some, but he can't stand me any longer. He's all tired out, and my Aunt Deel, too.
Of course there were the trousers, but perhaps Sally would get used to the trousers and ask me to play with her. "Thank ye, but we've got a good ways to go and we fetched a bite with us ayes!" said Aunt Deel. Eagerly I awaited an invitation from the great Mrs. Dunkelberg that should be decisively urgent, but she only said: "I'm very sorry you can't stay."
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