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Updated: June 20, 2025
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo That summer evening, long ago, A-sitting on a gate.
Was there a way out? What did this poor thing know? "Who are you and how long have you been here?" Bradley suddenly demanded. For a moment the man upon the floor made no response, then mumblingly came the words: "Food! Food!" "Stop!" commanded the Englishman the injunction might have been barked from the muzzle of a pistol. It brought the man to a sitting posture, his hands off the ground.
"Be you'm a-goin', Prue?" inquired the Ancient mumblingly, for his pipe was in full blast. "Yes, gran'fer." "Then tell Simon as I'll be along in 'arf an hour or so, will 'ee, lass?" "Yes, gran'fer!" Always with her back to us. "Then kiss ye old grandfeyther as loves 'ee, an' means for to see 'ee well bestowed, an' wed, one o' these fine days!"
He told her that he rode "one of those chainless bikes." He said it rather mumblingly. Exactly in that tone she used to say things like, "I do like you in that brown suit, Marko." He resumed his ride. A mile farther on he overtook, on a slight rise, an immense tree trunk slung between three pairs of wheels and dragged by two tremendous horses, harnessed tandemwise.
He wondered if anybody would go home with her, and whether she minded the dark "spell o' woods" by the river. No matter! It was of no use. She must get used to her own company. The Widder was almost torpid from her long sojourn by the stove; but the tingling air roused her at last, and she spoke, though mumblingly, remembering her tooth, "Proper nice tunes, wa'n't they? Was most on 'em new?"
"And a little girl like you, with such bright red hair, oughtn't to wear purple!" she admonished with real concern. "Now whites and blues and little soft pussy-cat grays " Mumblingly through her finger-muzzled mouth the Little Girl burst into explanations again. "Oh, but when I wear gray," she persisted, "the Parpa never sees me!
He was red, rather frightened. He said mumblingly, "Well, mother, you've never taught me any different." She was seen by Harry to let fall her extended arm upon the table and draw it very slowly to her and draw her hand then to her heart and slowly lean herself against her chair-back, staring at Huggo. No one spoke.
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