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I knew it was ten miles away, but of course everybody knew where the Dunkelbergs lived and any one would show me. I would run and get there before dark and tell them that I wanted to live with them, and every day I would play with Sally Dunkelberg. Uncle Peabody was not half as nice to play with as she was. I heard Uncle Peabody drive away. I watched him through the open window.
Horace Dunkelberg had been there in her blue silk and gold chain "big enough to drag a stone boat," as Aunt Deel used to say, she might have saved the day for them. Who knows? Aunt Deel was never much impressed by any man save Silas Wright, Jr. Mr. Grimshaw came soon after we had finished our luncheon. He hitched his horse at the post and came in. He never shook hands with anybody.
Aunt Deel began to hurry about getting dinner ready while Uncle Peabody and I sat down on the porch with our guests, among whom was a pretty blue-eyed girl of about my own age, with long, golden-brown hair that hung in curls. "Sally, this is Barton Baynes can't you shake hands with him?" said Mrs. Dunkelberg.
Grimshaw shuffled out of the door, his cane rapping the floor as if his arm had been stricken with palsy in a moment. Mr. Dunkelberg turned to my aunt, his face scarlet, and muttered an apology for the disturbance and followed the money-lender. I remember that my own eyes were wet as I went to my aunt and kissed her.
"Don't mind that," he advised, and then quoted the stanza: "Were I as tall to reach the pole Or grasp the ocean in a span, I'd still me measured by my soul; The mind's the standard of the man." "Mr. Dunkelberg came this morning and wanted to buy me some new clothes and boots," I said. The Senator stopped work and stood looking at me with his hands upon his hips.
Sorry that I can't meet you Saturday. Mother and I are packing up to go away for the summer. Don't forget me. I shall be thinking every day of those lovely things you said to me. I don't know what they will try to do with me, and I don't care. I really think as you do, Bart, that God has married us to each other. "Yours forever, SALLY DUNKELBERG."
"Yes come on it's after twelve o'clock," said Mr. Dunkelberg. "Sally will be back from school now." My conscience got the better of me and I confessed about the ink bottle and was forgiven.
When we went out of the church there stood Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg, and Sally and some other children. It was a tragic moment for me when Sally laughed and ran behind her mother. Still worse was it when a couple of boys ran away crying, "Look at the breeches!" I looked down at my breeches and wondered what was wrong with them.
Horace Dunkelberg and I laughed heartily for I had told him in a whisper what had happened to Sally while Mr. Latour looked a little embarrassed. "My face is not beautiful, but they say that I have a good heart," Sally assured the stranger. They started on. I excused myself and took a trail through the woods to another road.
Yet we thought it paid there in Lickitysplit. All over the hills men and women were turning their efforts and strength into these slender streams of money forever flowing toward the mortgagee. Mr. Dunkelberg had seen Benjamin Grimshaw and got him to give us a brief extension. They had let me stay out of school to work. I was nearly thirteen years old and rather strong and capable.
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