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"I don't know about that," said Dab, staring at the queer, huge, rickety old mass of unsightly wood and glass that Ford was pointing at, after they got ashore. "I'm hungry, anyhow." "Hungry? So am I. But no man ought to say he's been in New York till he's tried some Fulton-Market oysters." "Let's take 'em raw," said Fuz. "Then we can go ahead."
Kinzer had considered it, a piece of unaccountable "nonsense," to be brushed away by just such a hand as the widow's own. That was a great day for the boys; but, before the close of it, Ford Foster had told his friends the news that Joe Hart and his brother Fuz had been invited to visit with him. "Will they come?" asked Dab. "Certainly. That kind of boy always comes.
That was a capital school for it, at all events; and they learned that it might be a good thing for a little lake like that to have a bad reputation. "Fished out years ago. I understand now," said Dab. "Understand what?" "Why, those fellows in the village that sent me out here were playing a joke on us, a good deal like one of Joe and Fuz Hart's." "Best kind of a joke.
"Never was so hungry in all my life. Glad they did lay in a good stock of provisions." "So am I," returned Fuz; and he added in a whisper, "Isn't there any way for us to get into that cabin?" Joe shook his head. There was not the slightest chance for any small piracy to be worked on that craft, so long as Mrs.
An acorn-burr is just the thing to worry a restive horse, if put in such a place; but Joe and Fuz had hardly expected their "little joke" to be so very successful as it was. The ponies were off now! "Joe," shouted Fuz, "let's jump!" "Don't let 'em, Ford," exclaimed Dab, giving his whole energies to the horses. "They'll break their necks if they do. Hold 'em in."
Annie Foster had so much else to think of just then; for she was compelled to go over, for Ford's benefit, the whole story of her tribulations at her uncle's, and the many rudenesses of Joe Hart and his brother Fuz. "They ought to be drowned," said Ford indignantly. "In ink," added Annie. "Just as they drowned my poor cuffs and collars."
Down he went, and over went Fuz on top of him; and then there were four or five boys all in a heap, with Dick's basket upset just beyond them, and Dick himself diving hither and thither after its late contents, and exclaiming, "Cap'n Dab's come! I's all right now. Jes' let me pick up some ob dese t'ings."
Softer she wuz, and had to be, than any fuz that was ever on any cotton flannel fur or near. And more verses she wrote than wuz good for her, or for anybody else, Why she would write "Lines on the Tongs," or "Stanzas on the Salt Suller," if she couldn't do any better; it beats all! And then she would read 'em to me to get my idees on 'em.
"O mother!" she said despondingly, "what shall we do?" "Have your sail, just the same, and invite your cousins." "But the Kinzers" "Why, Annie! Mrs. Kinzer will not think of neglecting them. She's as kind as kind can be." "And we are to pay her with Joe and Fuz," said Ford. "Well, I wish Ham Morris's storm would come along."
Ford was all alive with the responsibilities of his position, as the only boy in the party who had been born in the city, and had travelled all over it, and a little out of it. "Joe and Fuz," he said, "will want to take the night boat for Albany. They've more time on their hands than we have. Joe? Fuz? why can't you come along with us after you've checked your trunks?
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