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The respect of the city boys for the resources of the Long-Island shore in a time of famine began to rise rapidly a few moments later; for, not only was one of Dab's baskets promptly laden with "panfish," such as porgies, blackfish, and perch, but two others received all the clams and oysters they were at all anxious to carry to the house.
Things were all running on smoothly and pleasantly before dinner was over, but Dab's ideas of the way the house should be divided were likely to result in some changes. Perhaps not exactly the ones he indicated, but such as would give him a better choice than either the garret, the cellar, or the roof.
Enough for the whole cabin-full." "Dat's a fack. Cap'in Dab Kinzer's de sort ob capt'in fo' me, he is!" "How much, then?" "Twenty-five dollars for the lot. They're worth it, specially if we lose Ham's boat." Dab's philosophy was a little out of gear; but a perfect rattle of questions and answers followed in French, and, somewhat to Frank Harley's astonishment, the bargain was promptly concluded.
Ford Foster was apparently of about Dab's age, but a full head less in height, so that there was more point in the question than there seemed to be, but he treated it as not worthy of notice, and asked: "Do you know of a house to let anywhere about here?" "House to let?" suddenly exclaimed the voice of Mrs. Kinzer, behind him, much to Dab's surprise. "Are you asking about a house? Whom for?"
That's right. I'll take a look at the milk-room. Where's Ham?" "Out among the stock. Dab's just gone to him." Curious things people will do at times. Miranda had put down the coffee-pot on the range. There was not a single one of the farm "help" around, male or female, and there stood the blooming young bride, with her back toward her mother, and staring out through the open door. And then Mrs.
"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."
That's right. I'll take a look at the milk-room. Where's Ham?" "Out among the stock. Dab's just gone to him." Curious things people will do at times. Miranda had put down the coffee-pot on the range. There was not a single one of the farm "help" around, male or female; and there stood the blooming young bride, with her back toward her mother, and staring out through the open door. And then Mrs.
Kinzer did her own driving, and only permitted Dab to "hold the horses" while she made her calls, business or otherwise; but that day had been safely put away among Dab's unpleasant memories for a good while. It was but a few minutes before the neat buggy held the widow and her son, and the ponies were taking them briskly down the road towards the village.
Foster and Annie had brought Jenny Walters with them, and Ham was there, and all the rest; and they all sat still as mice while Glorianna listened to Dab's account, and Ford's, of the journey to Grantley, and the arrival, and the examination, and their boarding-house. There was not a word of complaint anywhere; and it did seem as if Ham Morris was right when he said, "We've hit it this time, Mrs.
Ham had meant to talk about school and kindred matters, but Dab's first words about the tramp cut off all other subjects. "You ought to have told me," he said. "I'd have had him tied up in a minute." Dab explained as well as he could; but, before he had finished, Ham suddenly exclaimed, "There's Dick Lee, on board 'The Swallow! What on earth's he there for?" "Dick!" shouted Dabney.
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