Middletown transcript., 1875-02-13

you'll get it. Poll. where is my oil
buskins, 60 bring them here. Peter
bring that roll of cotton batting from
the garret, I want it to stuff in the toe'
of these buskins for Poll; look in tha
old bandbox that stands yon way, ane
bring down my old bonnet. Poll you
bring here that dress Of mine l fixed
for you yesterday"
At last they were ready. Peter had
on an old stove-pipe of Mr.. Bungle's,
| that touched his ears and rested on the
back Of his neck, an old-fashioned broad
collar that laid about an eighth of .
yard out on his shoulders, black silk
stock Of Mr.. Bupgle's, one of Mr..
Bungle's old swallow-tail coats, the
sleeves coming to the tips of his fingers.
and the tails touching the floor at every
step, a pair of the same gentleman's
breechss, that Mrs. Bungle had cut
over. and in doing so, made them too
email; and to finish him off, his "pat-
ent leathers.' -
Little Poll had on one of Mrs. Bun
xle's old bonnets that did not lack for
room on the child's head, collar about
three and half inches in width, an
old one of the madam's; one Of her
dresses with deep tuck in it, shawl
that lay about an inch on the floor be-
hind and touched in front, the buskins
and bandanna handkerchief.
"Now, you two. be sure and spread
them handkerehiefs down to kneel on"
yelled Mre. B. from the back door.
80! now we'll see the fne folks
Polly" said Peter as they strutted off
to church, Peter more than two feet
ahead of POLL
As they entered the church, most
ever head was turned expecting to see
Mr.. and Mrs. Bungle. they were in
variably late on quarterly meeting day.
and the madam generally had some-
thing new to display. SO in this manner
she did it. A smile, bordering to
laughter. passed over each of the good
peoples faces, as their eyes fell upon
the old fashioned pair, instead Of the
Bungles.
Peter walked up over half way of the
church and led Poll into seat When
they knelt to pray, Peter, brought
forth his bandanna from the tails Of his |
coat, after long and serious search.
"spread your handkerchief down
Poll, or Mrs. Bungle will whip you,"
said Peter in tones that was intended
for whisper, but was distinctly heard
by Mrs. Hubbub in the seat before
them and Mrs. Whackentackle behind
them both ladies exchanged glances
and smiled.
How is Mrs. Bungle?" said Mrs.
Hubbub, when they were leaving.
''She told Peter to say she was SICK"
replied Poll. innocently. This made
Mrs. Hubbub and Whackentackle laugh
heartily.
s.She hasn't new dress and bonnet,
said Mrs. Hubbub or she never would
stayed at home on quarterly meeting day
in this world, she's too fond of display"
"Just like those talking about her,"
said Mr.. Heartbreak to friend
"That she wouldn't" replied Mrs.
H., in tone tinged with triumph and
q nod of the head.
The two little orphans pursued their
way in quietness. When they reached
home Mrs. Bungle beseiged them with
questions. |,
"Peter, was Mrs. Hubbub and Mrs.
Whackentackle at church to-day. and
what did they wear ?" |,
Eyes, ma'an. they were both there
and wore their new silk dresses" ans
wered Peter.
"Did they ask for me, and what did
they say?" 4
"Mrs. Whackentackle said you had
no new silk dress and bonnet to wear,
or you wouldn't have stayed home on
quarterly meeting day in this world"
replied Poll. {
''She did, eh! Well, I'll show her !
next Sunday what 1 have, that l WILL" q
said the infuriated Mrs. Bungle, with {
\ spiteful jerk of her head.
A few days after this, Mrs. Bungle
determined to 60 out shopping The
rain was coming down quite steadily,
but this did not hinder Mrs. Bungls
n the least, she rather liked such !.
lays.
"Mr. Bungle, where is my umbrella +? .
is not to be found in the whole house." :,
"My umbrella is hanging on the
'ack. my dear"
"Your umbrella ? Do you think that
would carry one with a hole in it,
Mr.. BuBgle?'
"Well, my dear, take one of the
"They have them themselves. and I
want mine"
"Well." said Mr.. Busgle to himself, !
md scratching his head. II expect I'll =