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That was hardly Dab's opinion of himself, and nobody had ever taken pains to tell him so; but the four of them, standing up together, and all singing, made quite a picture. Dick Lee was between Dab Kinzer and Frank Harley, and seemed to feel in honor bound to sing his best. That was very well too.
He went no further than the gate, to be sure, and then returned for the rest of his rod, but, before he got home, Keziah hurried back from a call on Mrs. Foster, bringing a tremendous account of Dab's heroism, and then his own pride was a mere drop in the bucket compared to that of his mother. "Dabney is growing wonderfully," she remarked to Samantha. "He'll be a man before any of us know it."
You vait und zee." Dab failed to get a very clear idea of what the fit would be, but it made him almost hold his breath to think of it. After the triumphant visit to the tailor, there was still a necessity for a call upon the shoemaker, and that was a matter of no small importance. Dab's feet had always been a mystery and a trial to him.
Two plans in one head, and so young a head as that? Yes, and it spoke very well for Dab's heart, as well as his brains, that plan number two was not a selfish one. The substance of it came out in the first five minutes of the talk he had with Ford and Frank, on the other side of the gate. "Ford, you know there's twenty dollars left of the money the Frenchman paid us for the blue-fish."
Ford Foster is Dab's greatest crony." "Yes, I heard about it last night, but I hadn't put the two together," said Ham. "Do you really mean Dab is to go?" "Of course," said Mrs. Kinzer. "Well, if that isn't doing it easy. Do you know it's about the nicest thing since I got here?" "Except the barn afire," said Dabney, unable to keep still any longer. "Mother, may I stand on my head a while?"
Long before the slow processes of country criminal justice could bring him to actual trial, so many misdeeds were brought home to him, from here and there, that he gave the matter up, and not only confessed to the attack on Annie's pocket-book, but to the barn-burning, to which Dab's cudgelling had provoked him.
Right down nice furniture it is, too; but there's so much of it. I'm afraid the minister'll have to stand out in the front yard." "The house'll do for this time," replied Mrs. Kinzer. "There 'll be room enough for everybody. What puzzles me is Dab." "What about Dab?" asked Ham. "Can't find a thing to fit him," said Dab's mother. "Seems as if he were all odd sizes, from head to foot."
But wot'll we do wid de old boat?" burst out Dick, on coming to the surface. "Let the tide carry her in while we're crabbing. She isn't worth mending, but we'll tow her home." "All right," said Dick, as he grasped the gunwale of Dab's boat, and began to climb over. "Hold on, Dick." "I is a-holdin' on." "I mean, wait a bit. Ain't you wet?" "Of course I's wet."
One effect of Dab's work on the day of the yachting-trip, including his special performances as cook, and as milliner to the lobsters, was, that he felt himself thenceforth bound to be somewhat carefully polite to Joe and Fuz.
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