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Dick's mother was in the kitchen, helping about the "refreshments;" but she had not left home until she had compelled her son to dress himself in his best, white shirt, red necktie, shining shoes, and all; and she had brought him with her, almost by force. "You's goodnuff to go to de 'Cad'my and leab yer pore mother, an' I reckon you's good nuff for de party."

She did not hesitate about beginning the skirmish, however; for her tongue was already a bit loosened, and in fine working-order. "Wot's dis yer, Mrs. Kinzer, 'bout sendin' away my Dick to a furrin 'Cad'my? Isn't he 'most nigh nuff spiled a'ready?" "Oh! it's all arranged nicely. Miss Foster and I only came over to see what we could do about getting his clothes ready.

He could do full justice to his breakfast, indeed; but he was saying to himself all the while, "I won'er 'f I'll ebber git used to dis yer. It's jes' awful, dis goin' to de 'cad'my." Three large trunks and one small one were delivered at Mrs. Myers's front door before that first breakfast was disposed of; and Miss Almira remarked of the boys, a few minutes later,

Onless it's young Mr. Kinzer. I hasn't a word to say 'gin him or Mr. Foster, or dat ar' young mish'nayry." "Glorianna," said Bill doubtfully, "do you s'pose Dick did all dat writin' his own self?" "Sho! Course he did! Don't I know his hand-writin'? Ain't he my own blessed boy? Guess he did, and I's goin' ober to show it to Mrs. Kinzer. It'll do her good to hear from de 'cad'my."

Mother Kinzer, you and Miranda must try that recipe Dab sent for the new pudding." "New pudding, indeed! Why, she doesn't put in half eggs enough. But I'm glad she's a good cook. We'll have that pudding for dinner this very day." "So will we," said Mrs. Foster. "Miss Kinzer," said Dick's mother, "jes' won't you show me how to make dat puddin'? I's like to know jes' wot dey eat at de 'cad'my."

Still, she did not hesitate about beginning the skirmish, for her tongue was already a bit loosened. "Wot's dis yer, Mrs. Kinzer, 'bout sendin' away my Dick to a furrin 'cad'my? Isn't he most nigh nuff sp'iled a'ready?" "Oh, it's all arranged, nicely. Miss Foster and I only came over to see what we could do about getting his clothes ready.

"It ain't jes' de books; I isn't so much afeard ob dem: but it's all 'long ob de 'Cad'my. I wish you'd jes' take a good look at 'im, fust chance ye git." "Does he look badly?" "No: 'tain't jes' altogedder his looks. He's de bes' lookin' boy 'long shoah. But den de way he's a-goin' on to talk. 'Tain't natural. He used to talk fust-rate." "Can't he talk now?"

He knew very well in which direction it was best to go; and, half way to the landing, he met Dick coming up the road with a basket of eels on his arm. "Dick," shouted Dabney, "I'm going away to boarding-school, at an academy." "'Cad'my? Whar?" "Up in New England. They call it Grantley Academy, where Frank and Ford are going." "Dat spiles it all," said Dick ruefully.

He knew very well in which direction to go, for, half-way to the landing, he met Dick coming up the road with a basket of eels on his arm. "Dick, I'm going to boarding-school, at an academy." "Cad'my? Whar?" "Up in New England. They call it Grantley Academy. Where Ford and Frank are going." "Dat spiles it all," exclaimed Dick, ruefully. "Now I's got to fish wid fellers 'at don't know nuffin."

Ford and Dick brought up the rear; and for some reason, or there may have been more than one, they were both in capital good spirits. "Tell you wot," exclaimed Dick: "if goin' to de 'cad'my is all like dis yer I am very glad indeed that I ever came." "Oh! you're all right," said Ford; "but there's more good people in this village than I'd any idea of. I'm glad we came to church."