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Kinzer's dining-room, or Miranda's, with a face that was even darker than usual, with a cloud of motherly anxiety. "Miss Kinzer," she said, "has you seen my Dick, dis week?" "No: he hasn't been here at all. Is there any thing the matter with him?" "Dat's de berry question. I jes' doesn't know wot to make ob 'im." "Why, Glorianna, do you think he's studying too hard?"
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."
He must have things warm and nice, for the winters are cold up there." "I hasn't said he might go Dick, put down dem eels; an' he hasn't said he'd go Dick, take off yer hat; an' his father" "Now, Glorianna," interrupted Mrs. Kinzer, calling Dick's mother by her first name, "I've known you these forty years, and do you suppose I'm going to argue about it?
If Glorianna could but have had a look at her boy that morning, there is no such thing as telling how proud she would have felt about him. It was too bad she could not have done so, especially as Dick was most loyally thinking of her, and wishing that she could. There was no fault to be found by Mrs.
She is remarkably intelligent." The young man's sensitive spirits, which had suffered slight depression from contact with Bates's perturbation, now recovered entirely. "Oh, Glorianna!" he cried in irrepressible anticipation. "Let this very intelligent young lady come on!
So it did; for Dick's letter to his mother, like the shorter one he sent to Ham Morris, was largely made up of complimentary remarks concerning Dabney Kinzer. When Glorianna knocked at the kitchen door of the Morris mansion, however, it was opened by "the help;" and she might have lost her errand if Mrs. Kinzer had not happened to hear her voice.
He must have things warm and nice, for the winters are cold up there." "I hasn't said he might go, Dick, put down dem eels, an' he hasn't said he'd go, Dick, take off your hat, an' his father " "Now, Glorianna," interrupted Mrs. Kinzer, calling Dick's mother by her first name, "I've known you these forty years, and do you s'pose I'm going to argue about it?
"Oh, Glorianna! there was never such sculptures. Only want wings. Hats instead of wings is a little curious even for a funeral monument." The two girls stood huddled together now in hasty consultation. "We didn't mean to be sculptures," spoke up Red, defending her brilliant idea almost before she was aware. "There's nothing but stand-up slabs here; we thought we'd look something like them."
Foster. I think I ought to write to Mr. Hart, and thank him for his recommendation." "Just as you please, Hamilton," said Mrs. Kinzer; "but this is their very first week, you know." "Guess dey won't fool Dick much, anyhow," said the radiant Glorianna. "But wot's dat 'bout de corn-shellin'?" "That's all right," said Ham. "Shelling corn won't hurt him. Glad there's plenty of it.
Bill Lee would have sent his house and all, on a suggestion that the Kinzers or the Fosters were in need of it; and Dick would have carried it over for him. As for "Glorianna," when her son came running in with his errand, she exclaimed, "Dem lobsters? Sho! Dem ain't good nuff. Dey sha'n't have 'em. I'll jes' send de ole man all roun' de bay to git some good ones.
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