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David, frightened at the sudden aerial ascension, uttered a howl. Isaiah dropped the basket as if it was red hot. "What in tunket!" he exclaimed. "Nothin' but a cat," explained the Captain. "'Twon't hurt you." "A cat! What whose cat?" "Mine," said Mary-'Gusta, running to the rescue. "He's a real good cat. He ain't cross; he's scared, that's all. Honest, he ain't cross. Are you, David?"
Captain Jethro made a grab at it but his attempt only lifted it higher into the air, where the wind caught it underneath and sent it soaring. "Oh, dear!" piped the exasperated Galusha, and ran after it. "Who in tunket IS he?" demanded Jethro. Mr. Pulcifer gazed at the thin little figure hopping after the hat. The light of recognition dawned in his face. "I know who he is!" he exclaimed.
They jest shot a rancher who was a Britisher, an', they say there'll be war about it. I dunno. Does look as though our Government ought ter do somethin' to protect Americans as well as Britishers. But, hi tunket! Broxton hadn't ought ter gone down there no, sir-ree!" This sort of talk did not help Janice.
From a nearby house appeared a lath-like man, who strode out to the road, grinning broadly. "Hi tunket! Ye did come purty nigh backin' into the ditch that time, gals," he cackled. "All right now, ain't ye? That there leetle gal is some spry. Ginger ain't shown so much sperit since b'fore Adam!" "Now, I tell ye, Mr.
"At least, I saw some such crawling thing." "Hi tunket! Not a snake so early in the year?" "I don't know," and his cousin smiled, yet with gravity. "Huh?" queried the boy, with curiosity, for he saw that something unusual had occurred. Janice gravely told him whom she had seen in the sheepfold. "And, Marty, I believe he must have been up there all night sleeping outdoors such weather as this.
She's goin' to marry THAT!" The last word was emphasized by a furious gesticulation toward the back of the gentleman from Sandwich. "Who? Mr. Pratt? Is your sister to marry him? Indeed! I congratulate them both and you." "Me? What in tunket I ask your pardon, Mr. Ellery, for talkin' so in the meetin' house but what are you congratulatin' me for?"
He stands up as pert as ye please, an' tells her how happy that red rose must be ter make all that dreary garden look so pretty; an' then he goes on, merry as a lark, a-playin' down the hill. "Well, Mis' Somers owned up ter me that she was pretty mad at the time, 'cause her garden did look like tunket, an' she knew it.
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