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He arrived in the evening and found Samson at the home of Bim and her mother a capacious and well-furnished house on Dearborn Street. Bim was then a little over twenty-five years old. A letter from John Wentworth says that she was "an exquisite bit of womanhood learned in the fine arts of speech and dress and manner."
"Yes, but what sort of things did he wear?" "Oh, just ord'nary things, like you." There was no sense of excitement or wonder to be got out of him. It was true that Mr. Jack hadn't shown himself for quite a long time, but that, Bim felt, was natural enough. "He'll come less and seldomer and seldomer as you get big, you know.
Supposing, also, I state that I am just now engaged on an important mission which will not admit of delay, and that in case you insist on taking me to jail, I can and will make you suffer, even to the extent of losing your office." By this time Billy Brackett was standing up, while Bim, reluctantly obeying his stern command, lay motionless at his feet.
Bim had put on a suit of her father's old clothes and her buffalo skin whiskers and was a wild sight. "Don't you come down looking like that," said Ann. "I'll go up there and 'tend to you." Ann climbed the ladder and for a time there was much laughing and chattering in the little loft. By and by Ann came down.
It seemed to be deserted, but its windows were clean and a faint column of smoke rose from its chimney. There were hollyhocks and sunflowers in its small and cleanly dooryard. A morning-glory vine had been trained around the windows. "Broad Creek is just beyond," said Bim. "I don't know how the crossing will be." They came presently to the creek, unexpectedly swollen.
But there were no hostilities. Lucy and Bim were, both of them, utterly astonished, Lucy, as she looked at the scattered mug, was, indeed, sobbing, but absent-mindedly her thoughts were elsewhere. Her thoughts, in fact, were with Bim.
Now, to avoid being thanked for what he had done, he hurried away, released Bim from his confinement on the wharf-boat, to that bow-legged animal's intense joy, and went to the hotel for the night. The next morning, when he came down into the office, the clerk handed him Mrs. Caspar's letter. He stood by the desk and read it.
True or not, I like to think of them, in the evening air, serenely safe and comfortable, and in any case, it was surely strange that if, as one's common sense compels one to suppose, Bim were all alone in that crowd, no one wondered or stopped him nor asked him where his home was. At any rate, I have no opinions on the subject.
In it he included the Whatnot, Cap'n Cod, Sabella, Solon, Reward, and Don Blossom, Sheriff Riley, the "river-traders," Clod, Aunt Viney, and, above all, Bim, who barked loudly, and rushed wildly about the room at this honorable mention of his name. When the story was finished, Glen Elting heaved a deep sigh, and said to Winn, "Well, you have had a good time.
"It is one of the hardest things in the world to cook, but I know the trick to perfection." "Mush, mush, mush, tooral-i-addy," sang Binney. At that moment Bim began to growl, and to sniff at the bottom of the door. They opened it and looked out. No one was there, nor did they hear a sound. Darkness had already set in, and they could see nothing.
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