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I ate it not to keep it waiting and sat down with my eyes on my book and my mind at the Dunkelbergs' where I heard in a way what Sally was saying and what "Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg" were saying. At twelve-thirty Mr. Dunkelberg came for me, with a high-stepping horse in a new harness and a shiny still-running buggy. He wore gloves and a beaver hat and sat very erect and had little to say.
I went at once to call upon the Dunkelbergs and learned from a man at work in the dooryard that they had gone away for the summer. How keen was my disappointment! I went to the tavern and got my supper and then over to Ashery Lane to see Michael Hacket and his family. I found the schoolmaster playing his violin.
She coaxed me into the grove where we had another play spell. I needed just that kind of thing, and what a time it was for me! A pleasant sadness comes when I think of that day it was so long ago. As the Dunkelbergs left us I stood looking down the road on which they were disappearing and saw in the sky and the distant, purple hills and sloping meadows the beauty of the world.
Aunt Deel was treating me like company and with just a pleasant touch of the old company finish in her voice and manner. It was for my benefit there could be no doubt of that for she addressed herself to me, chiefly, and not to Mr. Dunkelberg. My absence of a few days had seemed so long to them! It had raised me to the rank of company and even put me above the exalted Dunkelbergs although if Mrs.
I remember looking in vain for Sally as we passed the Dunkelbergs'. I remember my growing loneliness as the day wore on and how Aunt Deel stood silently buttoning my coat with tears rolling down her cheeks while I leaned back upon the gate in front of the Hacket house, on Ashery Lane, trying to act like a man and rather ashamed of my poor success.
So we walked to the big house of the Dunkelbergs and I could hear my heart beating when we turned in at the gate the golden gate of my youth it must have been, for after I had passed it I thought no more as a child. That rude push which Mr. Grimshaw gave me had hurried the passing. I was a little surprised at my own dignity when Sally opened the door to welcome us.
My aunt folded the sheets and put them in her trunk and we thought no more of them until but we shall know soon what reminded us of the prophet woman. The autumn passed swiftly. I went to the village one Saturday with Uncle Peabody in high hope of seeing the Dunkelbergs, but at their door we learned that they had gone up the river on a picnic. What a blow it was to me!
"Well, Peabody Baynes, they didn't appear to be very anxious to have us," Aunt Deel answered with a sigh. We had started away up the South road when, to my surprise, Aunt Deel mildly attacked the Dunkelbergs.
I could hear Aunt Deel washing the dishes in the kitchen. I got out of bed very slyly and put on my Sunday clothes. I went to the open window. The sun had just gone over the top of the woods. I would have to hurry to get to the Dunkelbergs' before dark. I crept out on the top of the shed and descended the ladder that leaned against it. I stood a moment listening.
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.
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