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Joe Lovelady advanced and clapped him on the shoulder with a loud laugh; the others followed, less jubilantly; one or two of them, indeed, felt themselves somewhat aggrieved at Ted's unaccountable demeanour. "Coom," cried Joe, "thou mun explain a bit, Ted, lad. We're gettin' fair moidered wi' this job; how long dost thou mean to keep it up?"
It was terrible to see mun looking them over, for you could see that he feeled for them; but then he would open his mouth and give the word to march in a voice that made you jump to hear. And when once they was a-moving, if ever a man dropped behind, a sarjint went at mun for all the world like a sheep-dog, and a dog that knowed how to use his teeth too.
There was Jan Dart that 'listed twenty year agone, and 'ticed away Lucy Clatworthy to follow mun, her that was only child of Jeremiah Clatworthy up to Loudacott; and the old Jeremiah got drinking and died after she left mun. And there's Jan's old mother, poor soul, that loved mun as the apple of her eye, waiting here alone, and I reckon her time's short. No!
'Ay! ay! all in good time; for a've a long tale to tell yet; an' a mun have some 'un to iron me out my seams, and look me out my bits, for there's none here fit for my purpose. 'Dang thy bits! Here, Sylvie! Sylvie! come and be tailor's man, and let t' chap get settled sharp, for a'm fain t' hear his story.
'I'm candlestick, said Kinraid, with less of triumph in his voice than he would have had with any other girl in the room. 'Yo' mun kiss t' candlestick, cried the Corneys, 'or yo'll niver get yo'r ribbon back. 'And she sets a deal o' store by that ribbon, said Molly Brunton, maliciously.
Vi wanted to know. Margy and Mun Bun toddled down the steps to look at Zip, who had stretched out on the grass, still hitched to the cart. "Oh-oo-o-o! His nose is all scratched," said Margy. "Does it hurt you, Zip?" she asked, gently patting him, and the dog wagged his tail. "Did some other dog bite him?" asked Mun Bun. "No, a cat scratched him," answered Russ.
There was a bright moon shining and here and there were other parties of children and young people, some going to have marshmallow roasts also, and some who only came down to look at the ocean shining under the silver moon. Mun Bun and Margy, with Violet and Laddie, raced about in the sand, while Russ and Rose helped their father and Cousin Tom gather driftwood for the fire.
As Daddy Bunker had said, the clouds were gathering, and they seemed to hold snow, which might soon come down with a flurry. "But it can't hurt us," said Mun Bun, "'cause we're in the train." "I have a new riddle," announced Laddie, after a while. "Have you?" asked Grandpa Ford. "Well, let's hear it. I'll try to guess it." "Why is a train like a boy?" asked the little fellow.
"I I fell in and I'm all wet," sobbed Mun Bun. "Oh, Daddy! Come quick!" fairly shouted Russ. "The ghost pushed Mun Bun in, and he can't get out!" Feet were heard coming upstairs. Then a voice asked: "What is the matter? What has happened now, Russ? Are you hurt?" "No, Mother!" answered the oldest Bunker boy. "But I guess it's Mun Bun. It sounds like him, and I guess the ghost has him!" "Nonsense!
"If you'd had the mat, I wouldn't 'a' made any noise." "Oh, well, let's go and spend our five cents," suggested Rose. "And we can tell Laddie and Vi and Margy and Mun Bun to go for theirs. We'll have to wait for them to go to the store with us, anyhow. Mun Bun and Margy can't go alone." "All right, you go and tell 'em," returned Russ. "Shall I go and listen some more at the window?"
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