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Updated: May 13, 2025
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."
I'll be satisfied ef I can set low down somewheres and see him git the meddle. He won't in this world, but I know there's rewards savin' up for him byme-by." "I'll go to-morrow if it pours!" said Christie, with decision. "Do, and I'll lend you my bunnit," cried Mrs. Wilkins, passing, with comical rapidity, from crowns of glory to her own cherished head-gear.
"'No, I says, 'she hain't ben fust rate fer a spell back, but I couldn't git nothin' out of her what was the matter, an' don't know what pertic'ler thing ails her now, unless it's that dum'd bunnit, I says. "At that the doctor laughed a little, kind as if he couldn't help it.
"'Lemon held by Timothy Marden in his hand just before he died. Aunt Luceba," said Isabel, turning with a swift impulse, "I think aunt Eliza was a horror!" "Don't you say it, if you do think it," said her aunt, sinking into a chair and rocking vigorously. "Le's git through with it as quick 's we can. Ain't that a bandbox? Yes, that's great-aunt Isabel's leghorn bunnit.
"'Lemon held by Timothy Marden in his hand just before he died. Aunt Luceba," said Isabel, turning with a swift impulse, "I think aunt Eliza was a horror!" "Don't you say it, if you do think it," said her aunt, sinking into a chair and rocking vigorously. "Le's git through with it as quick 's we can. Ain't that a bandbox? Yes, that's great-aunt Isabel's leghorn bunnit.
"'I want to buy a bunnit, I says, an' she kind o' laughed. 'No, I says, 'it ain't fer me, it's fer a lady, I says; an' then we both laughed. "'What sort of a bunnit do you want? she says. "'Wa'al, I dunno, I says, 'this is the fust time I ever done anythin' in the bunnit line. So she went over to a glass case an' took one out an' held it up, turnin' it 'round on her hand.
And little Emmy, a-setting on the fence, with her bunnit throwed back on her neck. 'Addy! she called, way across the lot; 'Addy, come, help me down! She was a master hand for venturin' up on places, but she didn't like the gettin' down. "Well, she 'a learned the ups and downs by this time. She don't need Addy to help her. I'd have helped a big sight more if I had kep' my distance.
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!"
Now take off your bunnit and I'll get a coat of mine to wrap you up in." He went into his bedroom and returned with a heavy "reefer" jacket. Ordering his caller to stand up he slipped her arms into the sleeves and turned the collar up about her neck. Her braided "pigtail" of yellow hair stuck out over the collar and hung down her back in a funny way.
She called the gals, thinkin' they'd played a trick on her, an' hidden it for fun. But they hadn't, an' they all set to an' sarched the house from garrit to cellar; but they didn't find hide nor hair o' that bunnit. At last Sary give it up, an' sot down out o' breath, an' mad enough to eat somebody. 'It's been stole! says she.
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