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They were expecting me and it was a regular company dinner chicken pie and strawberry shortcake. "I wallered in the grass all the forenoon tryin' to git enough berries for this celebration ayes! they ain't many of 'em turned yit," said Aunt Deel. "No, sir nothin' but pure cream on this cake. I ain't a goin' to count the expense."
I dispatched Six men in a empty Canoe with Jo. mediately for the elk which he Said was about 3 miles from the water this is the first Elk which has been killd. on this Side of the rockey mountains- Jo Fields givs me an account of a great deel of Elk Sign & Says he Saw 2 Gangs of those Animals in his rout, but it rained So hard that he could not Shoot them- The party up the Creek returned without any thing and informs me they could not See any fish in the Creek to kill and the fowls were too wild to be killed, this must
Aunt Deel did not often refer directly to my talents, but I saw, many times, that no-wonder-they-died look in her face. Children are great rememberers. They are the recording angels the keepers of the book of life. Man forgets how easily! and easiest of all, the solemn truth that children do not forget.
I tarried at the looking-glass hoping that Aunt Deel would give me a chance modestly to show my uncle what I had done. But the talk about interest and mortgages continued. I went to my uncle and tried to whisper in his ear a hint that he had better go and look into the wood-shed. He stopped me before I had begun by saying: "Don't bother me now, Bub.
Uncle had tied a red handkerchief around his neck and was readjusting his galluses when I returned. In silence we hurried to the house. As we drew near I heard the voice of Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg and that of another woman quite as strange to my ear a high-pitched voice of melting amiability. It was the company voice of my Aunt Deel.
The collar was too tight, so that Aunt Deel had to sew one end of it to the neckband, but my tie covered the sewing. Since that dreadful day of the petticoat trousers my wonder had been regarding all integuments, what Sally Dunkelberg would say to them. At last I could start for Canton with a strong and capable feeling.
There was a little silence in which my aunt drew in her breath and exclaimed, "W'y!" and turned very red and covered her face with her napkin. Uncle Peabody laughed so loudly that the chickens began to cackle. Mr. and Mrs. Dunkelberg also covered their faces. Aunt Deel rose and went to the stove and shoved the teapot along, exclaiming: "Goodness, gracious sakes alive!"
I in a small bed, and he in the big one which had been the receiver of so much violence. So I gave her only a qualified affection until I could see beneath the words and the face and the correcting hand of my Aunt Deel. Uncle made up the beds in our room. Often his own bed would go unmade.
I made up my mind that he was likely to become a valuable asset when I heard Aunt Deel say to my Uncle Peabody: "You'll have to send that loafer away, right now, ayes I guess you will." "Why?" "Because this boy has learnt to swear like a pirate ayes he has!"
"Feels a leetle bit like the butternut trousers," said Aunt Deel as she felt my coat. "Ayes, but them butternut trousers ain't what they used to be when they was young an' limber," Uncle Peabody remarked. "Seems so they was gettin' kind o' wrinkled an' baldheaded-like, 'specially where I set down." "Ayes! Wal I guess a man can't grow old without his pants growin' old, too ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
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