I felt mad enough to take her
by the feet an' pitch her out, as you an the boarder," said Pomona,
turning to me, "h'isted me out of the canal-boat winder."
This, by the way, was the first intimation we had had that Pomona
knew how she came to fall out of that window.
"But I didn't do it," she continued, "for there wasn't no soft
water underneath for her to fall into. After we went to bed I kep'
awake for a long time, bein' afraid she'd get up in the night an'
turn on all the gases and smother me alive. But I fell asleep at
last, an' when I woke up, early in the mornin', the first thing I
did was to feel for that lunertic. But she was gone!"
CHAPTER XVI.
IN WHICH AN OLD FRIEND APPEARS AND THE BRIDAL TRIP TAKES A FRESH
START.
"Gone?" cried Euphemia, who, with myself, had been listening most
intently to Pomona's story.
"Yes," continued Pomona, "she was gone. I give one jump out of bed
and felt the gases, but they was all right. But she was gone, an'
her clothes was gone. I dressed, as pale as death, I do expect,
an' hurried to Jone's room, an' he an' me an' the big man was all
ready in no time to go an' look for her. General Tom Thumb didn't
seem very anxious, but we made him hurry up an' come along with us.
We couldn't afford to leave him nowheres. The clerk down-stairs--a
different one from the chap who was there the night before--said
that a middle-aged, elderly lady came down about an hour before an'
asked him to tell her the way to the United States Bank, an' when
he told her he didn't know of any such bank, she jus' stared at
him, an' wanted to know what he was put there for.
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