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"Fit him?" exclaimed Ham. "Oh, you mean ready-made goods! Of course you can't. He'll have to be measured by a tailor, and have his new suit built for him." "Such extravagance!" emphatically remarked Mrs. Kinzer. "Not for rich people like you, and for a wedding," replied Ham; "and Dab's a growing boy. Where is he now? I'm going to the village, and I'll take him right along with me."
As Ford Foster remarked, "they were all willing to go slow for a week," after being carried home at such a rate by Dab's ponies. There was a great deal to be said, too, about the runaway, and Mrs. Foster longed to see Dabney, and thank him on Ford's account; but he himself had no idea that he had done any thing remarkable, and was very busy decking Miranda's parlors with the evergreens.
They would have been late indeed, if they had stopped to talk with every one who wanted to admire Dab's big pickerel and Ford's remarkable bass; but a little good management brought them to Dr. Brandegee's in not much more than five times the number of minutes needed to walk the distance. The fish were handed to the door-opener with, "The compliments of Mr. Harley, Mr. Kinzer, and Mr.
Myers did not stop a moment in the repetition of her formula, and there was sharp work before her; but Dab's tongue was also loose now, and Elder Potter had hardly time to hear who he was before Deacon Short had to let go of Dick, and hear Dab say, "How d'ye do, Elder Potter? and this is my near neighbor and friend, Mr. Richard Lee." "Mrs. Sunderland," began Mrs.
Once or twice Ham or Dab went out to see that all was dying out rightly; but it was plain that all the danger was over, unless a high wind should come to scatter the cinders. By this time the whole village had heard of Dab's adventure with the tramp, and had at once connected the latter with the fire.
He went no farther than the gate, to be sure, and then he returned for the rest of his rod: but before he got back with it, Keziah Kinzer hurried home from a call on Mrs. Foster, bringing a tremendous account of Dab's heroism; and then his own pride over what he had done was only a mere drop in the bucket, compared to that of his mother.
Things were again all running on smoothly and pleasantly, before dinner was over; but Dab's ideas of how the house should be divided were likely to result in some changes, perhaps not precisely the ones he indicated, but such as would give him something better than a choice between the garret, the cellar, and the roof.
There is no telling what he would have done in such a case as that. The doctor found out, for he quietly shifted his last question over Dab's left shoulder, and let it fall upon Dick in such a way as not to scare him. "You's got me, dis time! Dat's de berry place whar we stopped at de end of our school, las' year." "Then, I think I know about where it's best for you to begin.
Then they all laughed, and before they got through laughing they all cried except Ham. He put his hands in his pockets, and drew a long whistle. The ponies were at the door now. The light wagon was a roomy one; but, when Dab's trunk had been put in, there was barely room left for the ladies, and Dab and Ham had to walk to the station. "I'm kind o' glad of it," said Dab.
He muttered something about those being all the vegetables he had, and retreated to the kitchen. Joe and Fuz, however, were not of the sort that take offence easily; and they were shortly helping themselves quite liberally to lobster, cuffs or no cuffs. That was all that was necessary to restore harmony at the table, but Dab's plan for "punishing the Hart boys" was a complete failure.
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