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"There seems to be some kind of a ruckus," Mr Appel remarked as he stood up and leaned out the
Before he had tie of the station platforers on the upper side into the laps of those on the lower
Aunt Lizzie pitched headlong and with such force that when she struck Mr Stott on the mouth with her onyx apple she cut his lip
"You'll kill solared at the keepsake
Aunt Lizzie scrambled back into her seat and looked composedly at the drop of blood he offered in evidence, on the corner of his handkerchief
Mr Appel, who undoubtedly would have gone on through the hen the coach lurched had it not been for his wife's presence of ry voice--instead of showing the gratitude she had reason to expect: "Whatch you doin'? Tearin' the clothes off'n m'back? Wisht you'd leave me be!"
It had been years since Mr Appel had spoken to his wife like that Mrs Appel opened her reticule, took out a handkerchief and held it to her eyes
In the meantime the side wheels had dropped off the station platforhted itself, but in spite of all that Pinkey and Wallie could do the leaders swung sharply to the left and dragged the wheel horses after them down the railroad track
When the wheels struck the ties, Miss Mattie Gaskett bounded into the air as if she had been sitting upon a steel coil that had suddenly been released She earing a tall-crowned hat of a style that had not been in vogue for some years and as she struck the roof it crackled and went shut like an accordeon, so that it was of an altogether different shape when she dropped back to the seat
"Oh,in a dazed fashion as she felt of her hat
Old Mr Penrose, who had elongated his naturally long neck preparatory to looking out the , also struck the roof and with such force that his neck was bent like the elbow in a stove-pipe when he came down He said such a bad word that Aunt Lizzie Philbrick exclaimed: "Oh, how dread-ful!" and asked him to remember where he was
Mr Penrose replied that he did not care where he was--that if her neck had been driven into her shoulders a foot she would say so, who had bu each other in an unfriendly fashion as they felt of their foreheads, waiting for the lump