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In my opinion they were the inventions of that busy and lonely little brain. I met the Hunchberg family, myself, the day after their arrival, and Beasley, by that time, had become so well acquainted with them that he could remember all their names, and helped in the introductions. There was Mr.
Hunchberg evidently the child's favorite, for he was described as the possessor of every engaging virtue and there was that lively matron, Mrs. Hunchberg; there were the Hunchberg young gentlemen, Tom, Noble, and Grandee; and the young ladies, Miss Queen, Miss Marble, and Miss Molanna all exceedingly gay and pretty.
"He tells ME," said Beasley, "he'll be mighty glad to. And there's a plate of bones for Simpledoria." "You lead the way," cried the child; "you and Mrs. Hunchberg." "Are we all in line?" Beasley glanced back over his shoulder. "HOO-ray! Now, let us on. Ho! there!" "BR-R-RA-vo!" applauded Mister Swift.
He lifted himself on one elbow, and for an instant something seemed to be wrong with the brace under his chin. Beasley sprang to him and adjusted it tenderly. Then he bowed elaborately toward the mantel-piece. "Mrs. Hunchberg," he said, "may I have the honor?" And offered his arm. "And I must have MISTER Hunchberg," chirped Hamilton. "He must walk with me."
Hunchberg a cigar and struck a match for him to light it. "But WHAR," exclaimed the old darky, "whar in de name o' de good Gawd do de chile git dem NAMES? Hit lak to SKEER me!" That was a subject often debated between Dowden and me: there was nothing in Wainwright that could have suggested them, and it did not seem probable he could have remembered them from over the water.
There was also Colonel Hunchberg, an uncle; finally there was Aunt Cooley Hunchberg, a somewhat decrepit but very amiable old lady. Mr.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Beasley again and stopped again. Dowden's voice sounded hysterically in my right ear. But Beasley wasn't: he was only deliberating. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began "Mr. and Mrs. Hunchberg, Colonel Hunchberg and Aunt Cooley Hunchberg, Miss Molanna, Miss Queen, and Miss Marble Hunchberg, Mr. Noble, Mr. Tom, and Mr. Grandee Hunchberg, Mr.
And, please, won't YOU take Mrs. Hunchberg out to supper?" Then into the vision of our paralyzed and dumfounded watchers came the little wagon, pulled by the old colored woman, Bob's wife, in her best, and there, propped upon pillows, lay Hamilton Swift, Junior, his soul shining rapture out of his great eyes, a bright spot of color on each of his thin cheeks.
Indeed, the details of actuality in all this appeared to bring as great a delight to the man as to the child. Certainly he built them up with infinite care. On one occasion when Mr. Hunchberg and I happened to be calling, Hamilton remarked with surprise that Simpledoria had come into the room without licking his hand as he usually did, and had crept under the table. Mr.
Of course Cousin David Beasley came a-running, and was immediately introduced to the whole Hunchberg family, a ceremony which old Bob, who was with the boy, had previously undergone with courtly grace. "They like Bob," explained Hamilton. "Don't you, Mr. Hunchberg? Yes, he says they do extremely!" Yes, Mr. Hunchberg says, he thinks they will."
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