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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I'll take my shawl and bunnit right off, sir," she said, in a considerate little voice. "I see a-plenty to do; there'll be time enough after I get you your dinner to see to havin' my trunk here; but it needn't stay a day longer than you give the word." "That's clever," said the captain.
"Another thing: We don't want no book-learnin' or dictionary words in our pulpit," he went on coldly. "Some folks may stomach 'em; we won't. Them two sermons o' yours, p'r'aps they'd do down in some city place; but they're like your wife's bunnit here, they're too flowery to suit us. What we want to hear is the plain, old-fashioned Word of God, without any palaver or 'hems and ha's.
"It's the same man that come from Sudleigh last August," she said, bitterly. "He took the house then, an' said he wanted another view when the leaves was off; an' that time I was laid up with my stiff ankle, an' didn't git into it, an' to-day my bunnit was hid, an' I lost it ag'in." Her voice changed. To the listener, it took on an awful meaning. "An' I should like to know whose fault it was.
She still wears for best the "bunnit" presented her by Cynthy Ann, which, notwithstanding its mishap, seems likely to last her to the end of her natural life. She still has a weakness for hot gingerbread and mince pie, and, though she is turned of seventy, would walk a mile any afternoon with such an inducement.
"Oh, I've lost my ban'box, with my best bunnit," hastily exclaimed the old lady. "Le' me get out and find it. It was a present from my darter, Cynthy Ann, and I wouldn't lose it for a kingdom." In truth, when prompted by her apprehension to cling to the young man in front for protection, Mrs. Payson had inadvertently dropped the bandbox out of the window, where it met with an unhappy disaster.
Pel Frost went over to Todd's one morning to borrow an axe, and seized a favorable opportunity to ask casually, "Oh, Mis' Todd, did Jerry find out the name o' that woman in a green dress and white bunnit that rid to Saco with him last week?" "Mr. Todd's got something better to do than get acquainted with his lady passengers," snapped Mrs. Todd, "'specially as they always ride inside."
She seemed to be holding to it in the face of righteous judgment. "S'pose I don't ask you?" "I'll foller on behind." "Don't ye want to go home, an' lock up, an' git a bunnit?" She put one trembling hand to the calico apron about her head. "No." "Don't ye want to leave the key with some o' the neighbors?" "I don't want anything in the world but you," owned Amelia shamelessly.
Isabel's father's brother married my uncle no, I would say my step-niece. An' so I'm her aunt. By adoption, 't ennyrate. We al'ays call it so, leastways when we're writin' back an' forth. An' I've heard how Isabel was goin' on, an' so I ketched up my bunnit, an' put for Tiverton. 'If she ever needed her own aunt, says I 'her aunt by adoption she needs her now."
What if you should clap on your bunnit an' ride along to the street?" She spoke cordially, judging that on such a spring day everybody was better out of the woods and upon the highway. "No," said Ann. "I got too much to do. I'm goin' into the pines arter some goldthread an' sarsaparil'. 'Most time for spring bitters. But I'm obleeged to ye for takin' the jug."
"You could see folks runnin' to doors and front gates; but you never saw 'em reach where they was goin' time they done that we was somewheres round the next bend. A pullet run over us once yes, I mean just that. She clawed the top of the widow's bunnit as we slid underneath her, and by the time she lit we was so fur away she wa'n't visible to the naked eye.
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