Middletown transcript., 1875-02-06
For the Middldown Transcript.
Bung1e Papers No. l.

right in here! shouted Mrs. Bungle,
from the back door of the kitchen,
armed with her never failing weapons,
the broom and rolling pin; her sleeves
rolled up, displaying a pair of stout,
freckled arms, hair disheveled. no col
lar, and clothes we'll busted with -four.
Il sent you fur that skuttle Of coal a
full hour ago. and here you are, just a
coming. I due declair! 1t just beats,
the way you and that Poll Pitcher laze
about here and here's Mr.. Bungle-
he's not much better-been settin' in
there all this blessed mornin' readin'
of the newspapers; too lazy to help me
| do hands turn, and be knows Gas well
as y that I'm expectin' company every
minute, and have four boarders to git
dinner for, besides-the house to sweep
and dust clean, from the top to the bot
tom. Well, I just think it is too redic-
a-lous for anything!" Poor little Peter
Catcher made his appearance from the
cellar; his face and hands so dirty,
that you would think they were strang-
ers to soap and water. His pants and
Jacket full size and half too small,
and patched and pieced, until you
could not tell what kind or color, of
material they were. His shoes. an old
pair of Mr. Bungles', cut off at the top,
and so large that he could scarcely
keep them on his feet; these, be called
his ''patent. leather pumps" As Peter
approached the door, Mrs. Bungle
raised the broom handle, and little Pc
ter fearing "pitch BATTLE" Gas he
called it) gave leap and was past her
in the kitchen, minus the rag that he
wore on his head for hat, and one Of
his "patent leathers," but, with a
smart crack on his back with the roll
ing pin, from the madam. Eyes, it
| has been a full hour and half since l
sent you fur that coal here's my fire,
dead out, and all them pies and cakes,
to bake; they'll just spoil. every one of
'em." Now, my DEAR" said Mr.. B.,
from the other room ''Peter has not
been gone but fifteen minutes, and five
of them you have spent talking to him
in the" What is that you say,
Mr. Bungle = said Mrs. B. in sharp.
tone appearing in the doorway. "Pe-
ter has only been gone quarter of an
hour, my dear" my dear Mr. Bun
gle," said Mrs B. brandishing the
rolling pin aloft, didn't l tell you
never to meddle with my affairs. or I
would help you?' "Ho-o-o-o, please
Mrs Bungle, don't hit me on the head
with that pin; indeed have terrible
headache, please Mrs. Bungle, don't
Oh-o-o, you have killed me dead, in
deed you have. Oh, pray! Mrs. Bun
gle, don't bit me again, don't, please,
please!" As he finished the last words,
knock knock came at the front door.
Out Mrs. .Bungle flew. and grasping little
Poll by the shoulder, gave her shake:
"Go to the door. quick, and tell Mrs.
Hubbub to walk right in the parlor,
and I'll be in there directly; - and
away ran poor little Poll. eager to catch
a glimpse Of SO fine lady. In mo-
ment MIS- Bungle appeared on the
scene, leaning on the arm of the m
willing Mr.. B. "Why, how do ye
do?' said Mrs B., giving Mrs Hub
bub. buxom kiss and embrace. 20!
how glad l am to see you," said Mrs.
H." 'But. pray, what is the matter
with you, Mr.. Bungle?' "Why, he
has Just seen thedeath of one of his old
friends, in the paper, and it has affect
ed him so much isn't it a pity ?" said
Mrs. B., in a pitiful voice. ''Yes, l
fully sympathize with you. Mr.. B.
Why, it seems to me that you have lost
a great many friends, the last time Gf
I remember arighD that l was here,
one had just died !! Ah! can assure
you. Mr.. B., you have my full sympa-
thy" (Aside ''You need it. poor
hen -pecked husband, expect Mrs. B.
has been broom sticking you" EYES,"
replied Mrs. B. in a sorrowful voice.
"He has lost great many friends, in
deed; but really, you must excuse me,
l being SO busy talking, forgot to ask
you to remove your things; but you
know me, Mrs. Hubbub, we'll enough
to know that I did not mean slight
Pray, give them to me. You know /
have so much to see to. and think
about, four boaders besides the family;
and Pee-ter and Poll give me SO much
trouble. There now, I know you feel
BETTER" she said, taking Mrs. HIS.
things and starting up stairs. "Polly.
Polly, come stIr up the fire. know
Mrs Hubbub is chilly, and you, Peter.
look to them cakes; don't you let 'em
burn. if you do you'll catch it, | tell
you, you will"
"Never mind, Polly, run along or
Mrs B. will whip you; never mind
your hair or dirty dress, I'll try and fix
you up when you come out"
"Will you ask Mrs B. if can put
/ IN a o1aop droee9 Oh do potor IT