"People live so quietly in this town;—one might call himself buried alive here, so that a visit from four promising young beauties is—ahem—an adventure!"
Dear me! how comical he was! None of us said a word. Suddenly Munda got up.
"A thousand thanks," she said and curtsied—the apple in her hand.
"Thank you," we echoed, all curtseying; though really I haven't the least idea what we were thanking him for!
"Ah—bah!" said Mr. Nibb waving his hand. "It is I who must thank you. I am much indebted to the young ladies for this delightful call."
With this he opened the door, and came away out on the steps and bowed.
Oh, how we laughed when he had gone in and the door was shut again. We laughed so we could scarcely stand.
"What did he do when you were alone, Munda?"
"He sprang after a chair," said Munda. "And then he sprang after an apple—and then he stood himself there by the counter just as you saw him and began to talk—oh! how frightened I was!"
"What did he say?"