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"He was going to steal it!" "Can't go for him now, Dab; but you'll have to mount guard here, while we go back with the things." There was a good deal of the "guard mounted" look in Dab's face, when they left him, a few minutes later, standing there by the boat, and he had one of the oars in his hand.
Kinzer's good management, as well as for her hospitality. The only drawback to Dab's happiness that day was that his acquaintances hardly seemed to know him. He had had almost the same trouble with himself, when he looked in the glass that morning. Ordinarily, his wrists were several inches through his coat-sleeves, and his ankles made a perpetual show of his stockings.
So the question of Dab's personal appearance at the wedding was all arranged between him and Ham; and Miranda smiled more sweetly than ever before upon the latter, after she had heard her usually silent brother break out so enthusiastically about him as he did that evening.
"Robinson Crusoe." "Well, you might have worse books than they are, that's a fact, even for Sunday, though you ought to have better; but which of them do you and Dabney Kinzer mean to imitate to-morrow?" "Crusoe!" promptly responded Ford. "I see. And so you've got Dick Lee to go along as your man Friday." "He's Dab's man, not mine." "Oh! and you mean to be Crusoe number two?
At all events, she could not object to their having such a supply as that sent them; and she took up the responsibility of all the cookery required, at once. It was a feast while it lasted, and the effects of it upon the character of Mrs. Myers's table were permanent. There was no further danger that Dab's growth would be checked in any such manner as his mother had feared.
Lee says she can't spare him?" Dab's countenance fell. He knew Mrs. Lee, but he had not thought so far as that. "Well, Dabney, if we can make the other arrangements, I'll see her about it." Ham Morris had been exchanging remarkable winks with Miranda and Samantha, and now gravely suggested: "May be the academy authorities will refuse to take him."
Dab's was, that all the long hours of daylight and darkness, while he held the tiller of "The Swallow," he had been thinking as well as steering. He had therefore been growing very fast, and would be sure to show it, sooner or later.
Meantime Dick Lee's part in the matter, and that of his family, had been taken for granted, all around. An hour later, however, Mrs. Kinzer's first reply to her son, after listening to a calculation of his, which almost made it seem as if Dick would make money by going to Grantley, was, "What if Mrs. Lee should say she can't spare him?" Dab's countenance fell. He knew Mrs.
So the question of Dab's personal appearance at the wedding was all arranged between him and Ham; and Miranda smiled more sweetly than ever before upon the latter, after she had heard her usually silent brother break out so enthusiastically about him as he did that evening.
"Hurrah!" shouted Ford, "then it's all right, and Dick Lee'll have a fair shake in the world." "A what, my son?" exclaimed his mother. "I didn't mean to talk slang, mother, I only meant, well, you know how dreadfully black he is, but then he can steer a boat tip-top, and he's splendid for crabs and blue-fish, and Dab says he's a good scholar, too." "Dab's a very good boy," said Mrs.
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