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Uncle Dozie seldom talked when he could help it; the chief business and pleasure of his life consisted in superintending his brother's vegetable-garden; he had never been known to take a nap among his beets and cabbages, which he seemed to admire as much. as he did his nieces.
"Miserable garden poor, thin soil," muttered Uncle Dozie. "Is it? Well, then, I can understand it; but you might us well send them by the gardener." Uncle Dozie made no reply, but proceeded to arrange his vegetables in the basket, with an eye to appearances; he had gathered them all up again, but another object which had fallen on the grass lay unnoticed. "What is that a book?" asked his brother.
A number of friends and relatives of both parties were collected for the occasion; Mrs. Stanley, Robert Hazlehurst and his wife, the late Mrs. George Wyllys and her new husband, or as Harry called them, Mr. and Mrs. Uncle Dozie, the Van Hornes, de Vauxes, Bernards, and others. Mary Van Alstyne was bridesmaid, and Hubert de Vaux groomsman.
"You must expect to see him often now; I have invited him to dinner for to-morrow." "For to-morrow? Well, Uncle Dozie has sent me this afternoon a beautiful mess of green peas, and you will have to get something nice from market, in the way of poultry and fish. Though, I suppose as he has been a common sailor so long, he won't be very particular about his dinner."
Clapp was obliged to ask Uncle Dozie to accompany her home; and as he was no somnambulist, with all his napping, he carried his niece safely to her own door. Miss Wyllys was one of those who left the house immediately after supper. Adeline and Jane ran up stairs before Elinor and herself like the Siamese twins, each with an arm encircling the other's waist.
He received no answer. "James! Wait a moment for me! Where are you?" added the merchant; and walking quickly to the pea-rows, he saw his brother leave them and dexterously make for the tall Indian-corn. Now Uncle Dozie was not in the least deaf; and his brother was utterly at a loss to account for his evading him in the first place, and for his not answering in the second.
He had hardly left the arbour however, before he heard Uncle Dozie moving; turning in that direction, he was going to join him, when, to his great astonishment, he saw his brother steal from the arbour, with the basket of vegetables on his arm, and disappear between two rows of pea-brush. "James! I say, James! Where are you going? Stop a minute, I want to speak to you!" cried Mr. Joseph Hubbard.
No reply was made, but Uncle Dozie proceeded to gather up his cauliflowers, peas and tomatoes, to the best of his ability. "Did you fly over the fence, or through it?" asked his brother, quite surprised. "Neither one nor the other," replied Uncle Dozie, sulkily. "I came through the gate." "Gate! why there never was a gate here!" "There is one now."
"Throw away such a cauliflower as this!" exclaimed Uncle Dozie, with great indignation. "What are you going to do with them, then?" "Carry them to the house there." "What house?" "Mrs. Wyllys's, to be sure," replied Uncle Dozie, boldly. "What is the use of carrying vegetables to Mrs. Wyllys? She has a garden of her own" said his brother, very innocently.
"It is his uncle; a man against whom there can be no possible objection Mr. James Hubbard." 'Uncle Dozie, of all men! thought Miss Agnes. 'Silent, sober, sleepy Uncle Dozie. Well, we must be thankful that it is no worse. "Mr. Hubbard is certainly a respectable man, a man of principles," she observed aloud.
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