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Updated: May 13, 2025
You needn't knock my bunnit off with your foolishness. Seems if this key's gettin' rusty, or else can't be the door's unlocked, can it?" "I'm sure I don't know. I was never here before." Then, as the door opened, sniffing a little at the musty odor incident to a tightly closed apartment: "Whew! It needs airing, anyway.
The figured veil, swept rudely to one side, was borne backwards on the wind of her coming, and her thin hair, even in those few seconds, had become wildly disarranged. "He's gone!" she announced, passionately. "He kep' right on while I was findin' my bunnit. He come to take the house, an' he'd ha' took me an' been glad.
She pulled down the window, and went in haste to the closet, in the excess of her eagerness stumbling recklessly forward into its depths. "Where's my bandbox?" Her voice came piercingly from her temporary seclusion. "Where'd they put it? It ain't here in sight! My soul! where's my bunnit?"
Unfortunately for the old lady, it was altogether probable that Pomp spoke the truth this time. "Three and sixpence gone!" groaned Mrs. Payson. "Fust my bunnit, an' then my specs. I'm the most unfort'nit' crittur. Why don't you help me, Sam Thompson, instead of standin' and gawkin' at me?" she suddenly exclaimed, glaring at Sam. "I didn't know as you was ready," said Sam.
But Mary saw me, and the alert, answering look of one who is a messenger flashed swiftly over her face. She advanced like the leader of a triumphal procession. "Anybody want me?" she called. "I'll get my bunnit." It was when she was twenty, and not more than settled in the little house at Horn o' the Moon, that her story came to her.
"'That hadn't really nothin' to do with it, she says, 'an' you meant all right, though, she says, almost in a whisper, an' the' came across her face, not a smile exac'ly, but somethin' like a little riffle on a piece o' still water, 'that bunnit was enough to kill most anybody."
She drawed in her arm an' took holt of the bunnit with her left hand, an' fust she pulled off one thing an' dropped it on the floor, fur off as she c'd reach, an' then another, an' then another, an' then, by gum! she went at it with both hands jest as fast as she could work 'em, an' in less time 'n I'm tellin' it to ye she picked the thing cleaner 'n any chicken you ever see, an' when she got down to the carkis she squeezed it up between her two hands, give it a wring an' a twist like it was a wet dish towel, an' flung it slap in my face.
I guess they've got one down to the Mardens'. Jane, should you just as soon come round this afternoon, and look over some bunnit trimmin's with me? I took two kinds of flowers home from Miss West's, and I can't for my life tell which to have." "Ain't you goin' to wear black?" Mrs. Wilson spoke now in double italics. "Oh, no! I don't feel called on to do that.
He ast me more or less questions, an' jest as we got to the house he says: "'Has your wife had any thin' to 'larm or shock her this evenin'? "'Nothin' 't I know on, I says, ''cept I bought her a new bunnit that didn't seem to come quite up to her idees. At that," remarked Mr. Harum, "he give me a funny look, an' we went in an' upstairs.
"Well, Lucindy," she began, soothingly, "now 'tain't any use, is it, for us to say we ain't gettin' on in years? We be! You 're my age, an' Why, look at Claribel in there! What should you say, if you see me settin' out to meetin' with red flowers on my bunnit? I should be nothin' but a laughin'-stock!"
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