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No longer can I bear this sad and weary life. I will end it!" Apparently in the last stages of despair, she strode to the end of the dock, and threw herself headlong into the water. Patty was aghast, but Bob and Bumble were accustomed to Nan's mad tricks, and they shouted with laughter. In a moment the bald head reappeared above the water, for Nan could dive and swim wonderfully well.
"Are you sure it wasn't yourself that you heard?" Daddy Longlegs wanted to know. "Certainly not!" cried Joseph. "Don't be silly! Don't you suppose I know my own voice when I hear it?" "Perhaps it was your echo that you heard," Daddy ventured. At that Joseph Bumble rudely turned his back on him and began whispering to Chirpy Cricket.
They enjoy everything, and they're always happy." "I like their name," said Kenneth. "Bumble isn't exactly romantic, but it sounds awfully jolly." "She is jolly," said Patty, "and so is Bob. They're twins, about sixteen, and they're just brimming over with fun and mischief. Bumble's real name is Helen, but I guess no one ever called her that.
Bumble, deprived of their situations, were gradually reduced to great indigence and misery, and finally became paupers in that very same workhouse in which they had once lorded it over others. Mr. Bumble has been heard to say, that in this reverse and degradation, he has not even spirits to be thankful for being separated from his wife. As to Mr.
'Are you going to sit snoring there, all day? inquired Mrs. Bumble. 'I am going to sit here, as long as I think proper, ma'am, rejoined Mr. Bumble; 'and although I was not snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh, or cry, as the humour strikes me; such being my prerogative. 'Your prerogative! sneered Mrs. Bumble, with ineffable contempt. 'I said the word, ma'am, said Mr. Bumble.
For Nan, instead of wearing the pretty gown which Bumble knew she had brought in her suitcase, was garbed in the complete costume of a trained nurse. A white pique skirt and linen shirt-waist of immaculate and starched whiteness, an apron with regulation shoulder-straps, and a cap that betokened a graduate of St. Luke's Hospital, formed her surprising, but not at all unbecoming, outfit.
Mann raised her hands in astonishment; but added, after a moment's reflection, 'How comes he to have any name at all, then? The beadle drew himself up with great pride, and said, 'I inwented it. 'You, Mr. Bumble! 'I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. The last was a S, Swubble, I named him. This was a T, Twist, I named him.
'The lying-in room, I suppose? said Mr. Bumble, not quite following the stranger's excited description. 'Yes, said the stranger. 'A boy was born there. 'A many boys, observed Mr. Bumble, shaking his head, despondingly.
Not even when he had crawled into his house was he free from them, for buzzing around his doorway was Bumble Bee and Bumble was humming: "Bumble, grumble, rumble, hum! Reddy surely can run some." Late that afternoon old Granny Fox called him out, and it was clear to see that Granny was very much put out about something.
And perhaps it is true, though I don't think Borrow's experience was very convincing. I have known people who "have gone where money was" and have fallen honestly and rapturously into love, but you have got to be very sure that money in such a case is not the motive. If it is the penalty never fails to follow. Mr. Bumble married Mrs.
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