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For a long minute William gazed dumbly into the cat's yellow, sleepily contented eyes; then he said with tragic distinctness: "Spunkie, it's true: Aunt Hannah isn't Billy's husband's brother, but I am! Do you hear? I am!" "Pur-r-me-ow!" commented Spunkie; and curled herself for another nap. There was no peace for William after that.
She's coming home, Spunkie; and she'll make it a home for you, for me, and for all of us. Up to now, you know, it hasn't really been a home, for years just us men, so. It'll be very different, Spunkie, as you'll soon find out. Now mind, madam!
It was a terrification to hear her sometimes; but she got the better of it in the spring, and was more herself thereafter than she had been for years before; and her daughter Effie or Euphemia, as she was called by Miss Sabrina, the schoolmistress, was growing up to be a gleg and clever quean; she was, indeed, such a spirit in her way, that the folks called her Spunkie; while her son William, that was the youngest of the five, was making a wonderful proficiency with Mr Lorimore.
William caught his breath suddenly, and held it suspended. Then he gave a low ejaculation and half sprang from his chair. Spunkie, disturbed from her doze by the fire, uttered a purring "me-o-ow," and looked up inquiringly.
Seeing this, the gazelle timidly advanced its little nose and touched his finger. He scratched gently! Spunkie seemed to like it. He scratched progressively up its forehead. Spunkie evidently enjoyed it. He scratched behind its ear, and the victory was gained! The gazelle, dismissing all fear, advanced and rubbed its graceful head on his shoulder.
His wife was a clever woman, and they had two daughters, Miss Virginia and Miss Carolina; but he was himself an ettercap, a perfect spunkie of passion, as ever was known in town or country. His wife had a terrible time o't with him, and yet the unhappy man had a great share of common sense, and, saving the exploits of his unmanageable temper, was an honest and creditable gentleman.
We must show that we appreciate all this: no tempers, no tantrums, no showing of claws, no leaving our coats either yours or mine on the drawing-room chairs, no tracking in of mud on clean rugs and floors! For we're going to have a home, Spunkie a home!" At Hillside, Aunt Hannah was, indeed, helping Rosa to put the house to rights, as Marie had said.
Laying aside his pencil, he sat down on the marble floor, put on his most seductive expression, held out his hand gently, and muttered soft encouragements such as, "Now then, Spunkie, come here, an' don't be silly " and the like. But "Spunkie" still stood immovable and gazed.
He's down there with those men, where he wants to be. Where he'd rather be than be with me! Do you think I want him to come home and find me moping over a stupid old book? Not much! I'm going to have him find me gay, too. Now, come, Spunkie; hurry wake up! He'll be here right away, I'm sure." And Billy shook a pair of worsted reins, hung with little soft balls, full in Spunkie's face.
"'The enormous quantity of bijouterie, Dresden and Battersea enamel ware that is now flooding the market, is made on the Continent and made chiefly for the American trade," continued the book. "Well, who cares if it is," snapped Billy, springing to her feet and tossing the volume aside. "Spunkie, come here! You've simply got to play with me. Do you hear? I want to be gay gay GAY! He's gay.
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