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Looking around, Fanny saw her father, who had been a silent spectator of the scene, and now came forward laughing heartily at his would-be son-in-law. "Pretty well done, Sunshine," said he. "Let’s see, how many offers does this make? Thar’s Joe’s one, the doctor’s two; Yankee Carmeron’s three; and lubberin’ Bill Jeffrey’s four, and you not quite eighteen. That’ll do; that’ll do!"
‘Yes, I will, but not as you suppose: I’ll have the heart out of your body, man, if you irritate me with any more of that imbecile laughter!—What! are you at it yet?—There! see if that’ll settle you!’ cried Hattersley, snatching up a footstool and hurting it at the head of his host; but he as well as missed his aim, and the latter still sat collapsed and quaking with feeble laughter, with tears running down his face: a deplorable spectacle indeed.
Aunt Mary gave her one awful look. "You get me some paper an’ my desk, Lucinda," she said. "I think it’s about time I was takin’ a hand in it myself. I’ve been pretty patient, an’ I don’t see as it’s helped matters any. Now I’m goin’ to write that boy a letter that’ll settle him an’ his cats, an’ his cooks, an’ his cabmen, an’ his Kalamazoo, just once for all.
I thought; some of her own chopped hay would be likelier to do the business. “I’ll tell you what, then,” said I. “You fish out your Bible, and I’ll take that up along with me. That’ll make me right.” She swore a Bible was no use. “That’s just your Kanaka ignorance,” said I. “Bring the Bible out.”
"Go where in a box?" said Aunt Mary, starting a little. "I didn’t quite catch that." "To the theater," Jack yelled. "To the theater," repeated his aunt a trifle blankly, "I—" "Oh, hurrah," cried Burnett, "that’ll be bully! And the day after I’ll give her a picnic." "Time of your life, Aunt Mary," Jack shrieked in her ear-trumpet; "time of your life!" "Dear me!" said Aunt Mary, "I don’t just—"
"Jews-harps—" said Clover thoughtfully, "jews-harps for three cabs—that’ll make—let me see—that’ll make—" he hesitated. "Oh, the driver will make the change," said Burnett impatiently. "Come on. If we’re going to have the cabs and jews-harps it’s time to get out and take the stump in the good cause." "Where’s my ear-trumpet?" said Aunt Mary, blankly,—"it’s been left somewhere."
His lips trembled for some time before he managed to say in a strangled voice: “I am doing my work better than you’re doing yours.” “That’ll do now,” interrupted Chief Inspector Heat hurriedly; and the Professor laughed right out this time. While still laughing he moved on; but he did not laugh long.
“H’m!” giggled Miranda. “Well, she does! If you were going to wear blue you’d see she’d put on her green. She’s got one that’ll kill any blue that’s in the same room with it, no matter if it’s on the other side. Its just sick’ning to see them together. And she looks real well in it too.
“Yes, ’m,” Fuchs admitted with modest pride. “So few folks does know how to make a good tight box that’ll turn water. I sometimes wonder if there’ll be anybody about to do it for me. However, I’m not at all particular that way.” All afternoon, wherever one went in the house, one could hear the panting wheeze of the saw or the pleasant purring of the plane.
Mitchell clasped her hand with an expression as burning as if it was real. "I declare," he yelled straight at her, "if this isn’t what I’ve been dreaming towards ever since I first knew Jack." Aunt Mary fairly shone. "Dear me," she began, "if I’d known—" "You’d better dine with us, Mitchell," said Jack; "that’ll make five." "It won’t make but three for me," said Mitchell.
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