I'll go an' see about the trunk bein' sent down.'
"So off he went to see the man who kept the house, while I falls to
packin' up the trunk as fast as I could."
"Weren't you dreadfully angry at him?" asked Euphemia, who, having
a romantic streak in her own composition, did not sympathize
altogether with this heroic remedy for Pomona's disease.
"No, ma'am," said Pomona, "not long. When I thought of Mrs.
General Jackson and Tom Thumb, I couldn't help thinkin' that I must
have looked pretty much the same to my husband, who, I knowed now,
had only been makin'-believe to make-believe. An' besides, I
couldn't be angry very long for laughin, for when he come back in a
minute, as mad as a March hare, an' said they wouldn't let me out
nor him nuther, I fell to laughin' ready to crack my sides.
"'They say,' said he, as soon as he could speak straight, 'that we
can't go out without another certificate from the doctor. I told
'em I'd go myself an' see him about it but they said no, I
couldn't, for if they did that way everybody who ever was sent here
would be goin' out the next day to see about leavin'. I didn't
want to make no fuss, so I told them I'd write a letter to the
doctor and tell him to send an order that would soon show them
whether we could go out or not. They said that would be the best
thing to do, an so I'm goin' to write it this minute,'--which he
did.
"'How long will we have to wait?' says I, when the letter was done.
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