Best American Humorous Short Stories HTML version
"W-W-W-We didn't want to be t-t-taken for a b-b-b-b-bridal couple," sobbed Mrs. Brede;
"and we d-d-didn't dream what awful lies we'd have to tell, and all the aw-awful mixed-
up-ness of it. Oh, dear, dear, dear!"
* * * * *
"Pete!" commanded Mr. Jacobus, "put back them trunks. These folks stays here's long's
they wants ter. Mr. Brede"--he held out a large, hard hand--"I'd orter've known better," he
said. And my last doubt of Mr. Brede vanished as he shook that grimy hand in manly
The two women were walking off toward "our view," each with an arm about the other's
waist--touched by a sudden sisterhood of sympathy.
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Brede, addressing Jacobus, Biggle, the Major and me, "there is a
hostelry down the street where they sell honest New Jersey beer. I recognize the
obligations of the situation."
We five men filed down the street. The two women went toward the pleasant slope where
the sunlight gilded the forehead of the great hill. On Mr. Jacobus's veranda lay a spattered
circle of shining grains of rice. Two of Mr. Jacobus's pigeons flew down and picked up
the shining grains, making grateful noises far down in their throats.