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17. How They Came to Bunbury
"Supposeyoueatthat."
"Allright,"saidDorothy;"Idon’tmind.Anythingtobeaccommodating."
SoMr.Overledherintothehouse,wheresheatethepiano,whichwasofanexcellentflavor.
"Isthereanythingtodrinkhere?"sheasked.
"Yes;I’veamilkpumpandawaterpump;whichwillyouhave?"heasked.
"IguessI’lltry’emboth,"saidDorothy.
SoMr.Overcalledtohiswife,whobroughtintotheyardapailmadeofsomekindofbakeddough,andDorothypumpedthepailfullofcool,sweetmilkanddrankiteagerly.
ThewifeofPopOverwasseveralshadesdarkerthanherhusband.
"Aren’tyouoverdone?"thelittlegirlaskedher.
"Noindeed,"answeredthewoman."I’mneitheroverdonenordoneover;I’mjustMrs.Over,andI’mthePresidentoftheBunburyBreakfastBand."
Dorothythankedthemfortheirhospitalityandwentaway.AtthegateMr.CinnamonBunnmetherandsaidhewouldshowheraroundthetown."Wehavesomeveryinterestinginhabitants,"heremarked,walkingstifflybesideheronhisstick-cinnamonlegs;"andallofuswhoareingoodhealtharewellbred.Ifyouarenolongerhungrywewillcalluponafewofthemostimportantcitizens."
TotoandBillinafollowedbehindthem,behavingverywell,andalittlewaydownthestreettheycametoahandsomeresidencewhereAuntSallyLunnlived.Theoldladywasgladtomeetthelittlegirlandgaveherasliceofwhitebreadandbutterwhichhadbeenusedasadoor-mat.ItwasalmostfreshandtastedbetterthananythingDorothyhadeateninthetown.
"Wheredoyougetthebutter?"sheinquired.
