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"And he wouldn't, of course?" "No; he said Paris was a wicked place. It isn't really, is it?" "Every place is wicked," said he, "and every place is good. It's all as one takes things." The Rectory gate clicked sharply as it swung to behind the labourer. The Rectory gravel scrunched beneath the labourer's boots. Yes, the Master was up; he could be seen.
The peas were shelled at last, and Dorothy comforted for the untimely fate of several luckless spheres which had rolled under the feet of preoccupied workers, and, according to Dorothy, had been "scrunched." Another twenty minutes and Peggy announced that dinner was ready. "If Aunt Abigail would only come. Things won't be so good if they wait."
"I know; but p'raps there is free-will cows, and if they just WOULD do it you couldn't help being scrunched, for you mustn't let go of the rope nor run, Mr. Came says. "No, of course that would never do." "Where you used to live did all the cows go down into the boggy places when you drove em to pasture, or did some walk in the road?"
So he went along all scrunched down with that hefty bundle other folks had piled up on him, not scoldin' nor complainin' nor gittin' mad about it, but jest thinkin' it had got to be, and nobody could help him. But ye see it hadn't got to be, and somebody could 'a' helped him. And then bimeby along come a man that had sech a hefty, hefty bundle!
"Or kill," suggested Jamie Dove. "It's better now," said Forsyth, with a sigh of relief. "I scrunched a bit o' bone into it; that was all." "There's nothing like the string and the red-hot poker," suggested Ruby Brand. "Tie the one end o' the string to a post and t'other end to the tooth, an' stick a red-hot poker to your nose. Away it comes at once." "Hoot! nonsense," said Watt.
Well, Fritz came with such a rush he didn't look for me. There was a lot of him passed. I scrunched down inside this crater the best I knew how and directly I knew I must let our folks know. Then's when I sent up my signals in code, of course." \"That's so, Buck. I saw 'em and read 'em." Buck was grinning to himself. "You?" Bangs looked his astonishment.
Later it snowed again heavily and often. Sometimes for several days running we were enveloped in a thick mist, and then suddenly it would clear away. Once, I remember, it cleared at night, and one saw the full moon rising through the pine trees into an utterly clear, ice-cold sky, and under one's feet the hard snow scrunched and glittered in the moonlight.
It was just half-past nine when they started out. The night was frosty and the stars twinkled like jewels in a cloudless sky of dark blue. The moon shone with hard brilliance on the ground, which was powdered with a light fall of snow. As the young people walked briskly through the village, their footsteps rang on the frosty earth and they scrunched the snow in their quick tread.
You don't know how squelched I felt. And I knew I would have to promise, too, for Dick can make me do anything he likes. When we got to Owlwood I left Dick in the parlour and flew up to Aunt Tommy's room. I found her all scrunched up on her bed in the dark with her face in the pillows. "Aunt Tommy, Dick is down in the parlour and he wants to see you," I said. Didn't Aunt Tommy fly up, though!
I went out after lunch and lay in the meadow by the water's edge with a book I didn't read, the same meadow Bernd and I anchored our fishing boat at only the day before yesterday, but really ten years ago, and I lay so quiet that the cows forgot me, and came and scrunched away at the grass quite close to my head.
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