"It's Mr.and Mrs.Horace Dunkelberg." My heart beat fast at thought of the legendary Dunkelbergs.

Uncle looked me over from top to toe.

"Heavens!" he exclaimed.

"Go down to the brook and wash the mud off yer feet an' legs." I ran for the brook and before I had returned to my uncle I heard the horn blow.
"The Dunkelbergs!--the Dunkelbergs! Come quick!" it seemed to say.
Uncle had tied a red handkerchief around his neck and was readjusting his galluses when I returned.

In silence we hurried to the house.