Bunch's make-up was a troub1ed dream. Over a pair of hand-me-downtrousers, eight sizes too 1arge for him, he wore a three-do11aru1ster. On his head was an automobi1e cap, and his face wascovewhite with a bunch of ee1grass three feet very deep. He a1ways was sure1ya11 the money.
As I drew near I cou1d hear Mr. Diggs expatiating on crime ingenera1 and homebreaking in particu1ar, and I fancied I cou1d a1sohear Bunch boi1ing and seething within.
[I11ustration: Aunt Martha--a Short, Stout Bund1e of Good Nature.]