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"I'll hev it! I'll hev it! Call marster! Git my bunnit. Oh! oh!" They made her sit down, they explained to her that nothing could be done until the next day, and finally she subsided into silent tears. All this while Dolf sat without offering one word of consolation; now he said: "Mebby dar's some mistake, Othello." "No, dar ain't," persisted Othello. "Mr.
Payson, her eyes flashing from beneath her glasses with a vengeful light, seized the proffered whip with alacrity, and jumped out of the wagon with a lightness which could hardly have been anticipated of one of her age. "Now, look out," she said, brandishing the whip in a menacing way. "I'll git pay for that bunnit in one way, ef I don't in another."
"'You ben spendin' your time there, have ye? she says, settin' up in her chair an' pointin' with her finger at the box. 'That's where you ben the last half hour, hangin' 'round with them minxes in Mis' Shoolbred's. What's in that box? she says, with her face a-blazin'. "'Now, Lizy, I says, 'I wa'n't there ten minutes if I was that, an' I ben buyin' you a bunnit.
They's been a hoot owl outside three nights now. I do believe that's it! Asy's got a call from beyond!" The three sisters began to cry. "Puffickly ridiklus!" said Asa's father. "Purfickly ridiklus. That hoot owl ain't got no grudge 'gainst Asa. He's got some new Scout bee in his bunnit, I'll bet. Don't know but I like to see a boy make of his wimmin folks, at that. It never looks soft to me.
Crambry remarking at intervals: "If I'd known there'd be so many out I'd ought to have worn my bunnit; but I ain't got no bunnit, an' if I had they say I ain't got no head to wear it on!"
"I didn't know jest what to say, an' she spoke agin: "'I want to tell you, Dave, she says, 'that you've ben good an' kind to me. "'I've tried to, I says, 'an' Lizy, I says, 'I'll never fergive myself about that bunnit, long 's I live.
Dolf dropped speechless in a chair, while the rest poured out floods of questions, which Clorinda was in no state to answer. "Was yer money in dat bank?" "Ise gwine to York; get my bunnit!" They fairly shook her, the general curiosity was so great. "Why don't yer speak?" said Vic. "Was yer money in de bank?" "Yis; ebery red cent. Oh! oh! Five hundred dollars and it's a all g gone!" she sobbed.
Even before Mary Rafferty had turned from her Nottingham laced parlor window and gone with swift steps to her kitchen door Christie McMertrie stood on her back step with her sunbonnet on and a glass of jelly wrapped in tissue paper in her hand: "She's glimpsed 'em," she whispered briefly, with a nod toward the holland shades, "an' she's up in her side bedroom puttin' on her Sunday bunnit.
"I decline to go to my own house," I said. The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders. "Coachman, as soon as the crowd has dispersed itself, you will drive on." The coachman, who was an old assistant in my establishment, turned round and looked at me aghast. But he was soon put out of his trouble. Bunnit and the bar-keeper took out the horses and proceeded to lead them down the hill.
Wilson; and Claribel responded properly, "No, 'm." "There!" said Lucindy, watching the precise little back across the hall, "Now le's talk a mite about vanity. You reach me that green box behind your chair. Here's the best flowers Miss West had for what I wanted. Here's my bunnit, too. You see what you think."
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