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Updated: May 26, 2025
It seemed to me that I had gone nearly far enough to reach my destination when I heard a buggy coming behind me. "Hello!" a voice called. I turned and looked up at Dug Draper, in a single buggy, dressed in his Sunday suit. "Is it much further to where the Dunkelbergs live?" I asked. "The Dunkelbergs? Who be they?" It seemed to me very strange that he didn't know the Dunkelbergs.
"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.
It was dark and I felt very cold and began to wish myself home in bed. "Ain't we most to the Dunkelbergs'?" I asked. "No not yet," he answered. I burst into tears and he hit me a sounding whack in the face with his hand. "No more whimperin'," he shouted. "Do ye hear me?"
"Why, you look like the Senator when he is just gittin' home from the capital," said Mr. Jenison. They were not yet willing to take me at the par of my appearance. I met Betsy Price one of my schoolmates on the street. She was very cordial and told me that the Dunkelbergs had gone to Saratoga. "I got a letter from Sally this morning," Betsy went on. "She said that young Mr.
At last the Dunkelbergs had fallen the legendary, incomparable Dunkelbergs! "Wal, I'm surprised at Mr. Horace Dunkelberg tryin' to come it over us like that ayes! I be," said Aunt Deel. "Wal, I ain't," said Uncle Peabody. "Ol' Grimshaw has got him under his thumb that's what's the matter. You'll find he's up to his ears in debt to Grimshaw prob'ly."
You're going away with father as soon as we get through." I wanted to go but got the notion all at once that the Dunkelbergs were in need of information about me and that the time had come to impart it. So then and there, that ancient Olympus of our family received notice as it were. "I can't," I said. "I've got to study my lessons before I go away with your father." It was a blow to her.
Aunt Deel put me to bed although it was only five o'clock. As I lay looking up at the shingles a singular resolution came to me. It was born of my longing for the companionship of my kind and of my resentment. I would go and live with the Dunkelbergs. I would go the way they had gone and find them.
They were the conversational ornaments of our home. "As Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg says," or, "as I said to Mr. Horace Dunkelberg," were phrases calculated to establish our social standing. I supposed that the world was peopled by Joneses, Lincolns, Humphries and Dunkelbergs, but mostly by Dunkelbergs. These latter were very rich people who lived in Canton village.
It was a beautiful summer morning as we drove down the hills and from the summit of the last high ridge we could see the smoke of a steamer looming over the St. Lawrence and the big buildings of Canton on the distant flats below us. My heart beat fast when I reflected that I should soon see Mr. Wright and the Dunkelbergs. I had lost a little of my interest in Sally.
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