I turned and looked up at Dug Draper, in a single buggy, dressed in his Sunday suit.
"Is it much further to where the Dunkelbergs live?" I asked.
"The Dunkelbergs? Who be they?"
It seemed to me very strange that he didn't know the Dunkelbergs.
"Where Sally Dunkelberg lives."
That was a clincher. He laughed and swore and said:
"Git in here, boy. I'll take ye there."
I got into the buggy, and he struck his horse with the whip and went galloping away in the dusk.
"I reckon you're tryin' to git away from that old pup of an aunt," said he. "I don't wonder. I rather live with a she bear."
I have omitted and shall omit the oaths and curses with which his talk was flavored.