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I stopped and cautioned her more than once: "Be careful! For gracious sake! be careful o' my new suit!" As we were leaving late in the afternoon she said: "I wish you would come here to school." "I suppose he will sometime," said Uncle Peabody. A new hope entered my breast, that moment, and began to grow there. "Aren't you going to kiss her?" said Mr. Dunkelberg with a smile.
I've tipped over every single thing on that place. I tipped over the honey yesterday spillt it all over everything and rooend my clothes. I'm a reg'lar pest. So I want to play with Sally Dunkelberg.
Mr. Louis Latour, of Jefferson County, whom I had met in the company of Mr. Dunkelberg, came during my last year there to study law in the office of the judge, a privilege for which he was indebted to the influence of Senator Wright, I understood. He was a gay Lothario, always boasting of his love affairs, and I had little to do with him.
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!"
The great men laughed at my blushes and we came away with a deep sense of pride in us. At last I felt equal to the ordeal of meeting the Dunkelbergs. My uncle must have shared my feeling for, to my delight, he went straight to the basement store above which was the modest sign: "H. Dunkelberg, Produce." I trembled as we walked down the steps and opened the door.
"Good morning, Sile," some said, as we passed them, or, "How are you, Comptroller?" It was a square, frame house that of the Dunkelbergs large for that village, and had a big dooryard with trees in it. As we came near the gate I saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with other children among the trees. Suddenly I was afraid and began to hang back.
"Where Sally Dunkelberg lives." That was a clincher. He laughed and swore and said: "Git in here, boy. I'll take ye there." I got into the buggy, and he struck his horse with the whip and went galloping away in the dusk. "I reckon you're tryin' to git away from that old pup of an aunt," said he. "I don't wonder. I rather live with a she bear."
"Pretty well," I answered, my uncle being too slow of speech to suit my sense of propriety. "How is Sally?" The two men laughed heartily much to my embarrassment. "He's getting right down to business," said my uncle. "That's right," said Mr. Dunkelberg. "Why, Bart, she's spry as a cricket and pretty as a picture. Come up to dinner with me and see for yourself."
"I just thought I would come," I said as I twisted a button on my coat, and would say no more to her. "Mr. Wright, you're going to take him home, are you?" Mrs. Dunkelberg asked. "Yes. I'll start off with him in an hour or so," said my friend. "I am interested in this boy and I want to see his aunt and uncle." "Let him stay here with us until you're ready to go."
Horace Dunkelberg." My heart beat fast at thought of the legendary Dunkelbergs. Uncle looked me over from top to toe. "Heavens!" he exclaimed. "Go down to the brook and wash the mud off yer feet an' legs." I ran for the brook and before I had returned to my uncle I heard the horn blow. "The Dunkelbergs! the Dunkelbergs! Come quick!" it seemed to say.
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