oombrella's

Updated: May 22, 2025

By common consent we let him alone; he made his rounds unmolested, but also unpatronized. But for Annie Oombrella's prodigies of industry with pail and brush, the little couple in Schepstein's basement would have fared ill. Annie earned for both. In the process, happiness came back to her face. To the fat Rosser twin accrues the credit of a pleasurable discovery about Plooie.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square

Her golden laughter floated back to me. But there was no mirth in her voice when she returned. "It's so dark in there I can hardly see. But the big man is sitting on a pile of ribs talking to Plooie, and Annie Oombrella's face is all swollen with crying. I saw it in the window for a minute." Pro and con we argued what the probable event might be and how we could best meet it.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square

So you are back." "Yes, Dominie. Is there need that one wash the step at your house?" "There is need that one explain one's self. What have you been doing these three years?" "I work. I work hard." "And your husband? What has he been doing?" I asked sternly. Annie Oombrella's soft face drooped. "Soyez gentil, Dominie," she implored. "Be a kind, good man and ask him not.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square

That make him so triste so sad." "He doesn't look well, Annie." "He have been ver' seeck. Now we come home he is already weller." "But do you think it is wise for you to come back here?" I demanded, feeling brutal as I put the question. Annie Oombrella's reply did not make me feel any less so.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square