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"Why dat blessed young lady what drapped in among us, as if she'd come right down from Heaven. I was jest a gwine to run down an' ax you to come and see her right away." I did not linger to talk with "Aunty," but went forward to the house. The mother of Blanche met me at the door. She looked very anxious. "How is your daughter now?" I asked.
A fisherman, in an oil-skin suit, went by, trundling a wheel-barrow of fish to a store in town. At noon, somebody else appeared. "There's Mr. Walton," said Aunt Stanshy. "And there's Tony with him," said Charlie. "Where's his father?" "Tony says he is in Europe." "He the one that people say is an Italian, and and nobody knows what he is up to?" "That's the one, aunty."
Taylor and me, while Aunty Edith went up to write out telegrams and letters, and told me that Aunty Edith was going out to bring Uncle Burt home, and that she was going with her as far as San Francisco; that while they were gone I was to stay at the Turners', for she thought they would look after me for her, and would I be a good boy until she came back?
It seems that Aunty had told her she should choose her own birthday treat, and that, after solemn meditation, she had decided that to see dear mother again would be the most agreeable thing she could think of. I have never told you, dear journal, why I did not go home last summer, and never shall. If you choose to fancy that I couldn't afford it you can!
The door was suddenly thrown open by an old negro "aunty" behind whom stood a neat, bustling little white woman. The latter was evidently engaged in the business of preparing supper, if one might judge from the fact that her bare arms were almost encaked in flour.
"Wished onto suckers in exchange for real money, eh?" says I. "Ain't that it?" Mr. Robert nods. "With so many dividends bein' passed," says I, "that's goin' to take some strategy." "Hence this appeal to us," says he. "And I might add, Torchy, that one of those most interested is a near relative of a certain young lady who " "Aunty?" says I. It was. So I grins and grabs my hat.
Left early for home as Uncle Mano and Aunty Sagu were going away for a few days and I would be staying at their relative Santosh Kumar's place instead. They left at 7.30 p.m. and I waited at their neighbour's place for Santosh to collect me which he did at 9 p.m. 30th November: Being Sunday I got up late and ate idlis, dosas and sambar for breakfast.
He rose on his elbows, but sank back again. "I guess, if you have no objection, aunty, I will lie a little longer." "I guess you had better, for you took cold last night out in the porch. Would you like to take your breakfast in bed, and have my little table that I lend to people who are sick in bed?" "O, yes." "And would you like to have a piece of toast, a little tea, and an orange?" "O, yes.
"Why," explained the girl, "we're going to be married Ralph and I." A nihilist bomb thrown into the immaculate kitchen could not have surprised Miss Mehitable more. She had no idea that it had gone so far. "Married!" she gasped. "You!" "Not just me alone, Aunty, but Ralph and I. There has to be two, and I'm of age, so I can if I want to."
"I could scarcely hazard giving her laudanum enough to carry her through such a racket, and without sleep she cannot live another day." "What shall we do? What shall we do? Oh, poor Aunty! The brutes! The brutes! Look at them over there laughing their great horse laughs. I never liked to see them whipped before, when the constable whipped them, but oh I shall like to after this.
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