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Foster, "but your friend Dick will need an outfit, I imagine. Clothes and almost everything. I must see Mrs. Kinzer about it." Meantime Dick Lee's part in the matter had been taken for granted all around. An hour later, however, Mrs. Kinzer's first reply to her son, after a calculation on his part which made it almost seem as if Dick would make money by going to Grantley, was: "What if Mrs.
I wouldn't want anything to eat if I could hear songs like that all the time." The clock-hands over Annie Kinzer's desk had now crept close to the hour of six, and Angela had only begun the first stanza of "Papa, tell me where is mama," cried a little girl one day; "I'm so lonesome here without her, tell me why she went away. You don't know how much I'm longing for her loving good-night kiss!"
She was scornful, impatient, and passionate qualities not highly developed in her companions, and which in her case foreboded ill if one believed Annie Kinzer's prophecy: "That Rosie Sweeny 'll go to the bad yet, you mark my words." Three o'clock, a quarter after, half-past! The terrific tension had all but reached the breaking-point.
He knew, for he had been trying his best with his own. It was quite likely that Dab Kinzer's rowing, and all that sort of thing, had developed in him greater strength of muscle than even he himself was aware of; but for all that he went home with his very ears tingling. "Could she have thought me ill-bred or impertinent?" he muttered to himself. Thought? About him? Poor Dab Kinzer!
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.
Kinzer's to beg something to eat, and then sauntered away down the road. It was a little past the middle of the afternoon, and even so mean-looking, dirty a tramp as that had a perfect right to be walking along then and there.
On his way back to his new home, however, after the discussion had lasted long enough, he found himself inquiring, "That's all very nice, but what can he teach me about crabs? We'll see about that to-morrow." Beyond a doubt, the crab question was of special importance; but one of far greater consequence to Dab Kinzer's future was undergoing discussion, at that very hour, hundreds of miles away.
"Well, Dabney, I wish you would thank your mother for me, for sending my trunk over. Your sisters too. I've no doubt we shall be very neighborly." It was wonderfully pleasant to be called by his first name by so very pretty a young lady, and yet it seemed to bring up something curious into Dabney Kinzer's throat.
From the loud-mouthed tirades as to "Annie Kinzer's nerve," it became evident that the assignment of the job of "learner" is one to cause heartburning jealousies, and that Phoebe, either because of some special adaptability or through favoritism, got the lion's share of novices.
There was no question now to be raised concerning the yachting-party, or any part of it. Not a single thing went wrong in Mrs. Kinzer's management of the "setting out," and that was half the day won to begin with. Ford had some difficulty in getting Joe and Fuz out of bed so early as was necessary; but he gave them an intimation which proved quite sufficient: "You'd better hop, boys.
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