Gunkus

Sara had never had a Gunkus touch her before; but, though they hurried her so fast that she was breathless, and the tears hung where they were on her lashes without having time to fall, they were as gentle with her as possible, and she understood that their anxiety was all on her account.

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"It would," said the Second Gunkus, in the solemnest second bass.

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The Second Gunkus dropped his shoe, and fumbled about trying to pick it up.

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Gunkus in livery, still bowing low, holding his left shoe in his right hand over his faithful heart.

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The First Gunkus drew the back of his hand across his mouth and giggled.

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The last Gunkus was to empty the scuttles into the coffee-mill.

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Sara, even in her distress, was charmed; for that was the first time she had heard a Gunkus speak.

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And just at that moment she saw good old Schlorge hurrying down the path from the Dimplesmithy with the Gunkus at his heels.

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Sara felt that she really did not deserve the cheering, however, as she seemed to have as many as ever -- even after she had filled Mrs. Snimmy's apron and a shoe apiece for each Gunkus.

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The Snimmy's wife said there were plenty of onions at home in the sugar-bowl, and Schlorge offered to send a Gunkus after them; but the Kewpie would not hear of it, so

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