Capitolo 72
cry. Frightened by the unexpected apparition, the horses gave a
I begin sudden, and he/she almost succeeded in to upset the wagon.
"Heavy on us!" exclaimed an old lady on the place of back, suddenly
flinging his/her arm they round off the neck of young Morton, in her height
dismay.
"Every right, marm" it said reassuringly Ajax, after a breve but
conflict succeeded with the horses. "Us sha' they don't go on this
time. I should like to give that small black little devil a good person
shaking."
"Oh, I have lost my ban'box, with the my better bunnit", with hurry
exclaimed the old lady. "The I go out and I find him/it. It was a
present from my flake, Cynthy Ann, and me it would not lose him/it for a
kingdom."
In truth, when it incited from his/her apprehension to grab on to the young one
man before for protection, her Mrs. Payson carelessly had,
it allowed to fall out the box for hats of the window, where he/she met with a
unhappy disaster. The horse, rather unconscious of the damage him
you/he/she was doing, you/he/she had supported the wagon in such way that one of the
wheels directly passed on him.
When Ajax picked up the mutilated casket that, with the jewel
it contained, you/he/she had suffered from so irreparable damage, and it restored
it to his/her owner, great it was the lamentation. Rachel that cries for
his/her children would not have been able to exhibit really the most acute pain.
"Oh, is sp'ilt!" groaned the old lady. "I can never bring him/it
arter this. And it cost four dollars and sixty-two cents and a
half without the ribbon. Oh, deary me!"
Then, suddenly waxing indignant with the author of the damage,
she put out his/her head some window, and, espying Pumps on the
other side of the wall of stone, seeming mean-reformed and
mean-stricken with the fun of the thing, her shaken his/her fist to him,
exclaiming, "Oh, You the small sarpint, ef I had only here me to Him,
w'ip you up to You were not able stan.'"
Pomp was from the being terrorized by this threat that him the burst till now
in a strong vulgar laughter. This, clearly combustible assistant to the flame of