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It was a great comfort to know that the boys were so well satisfied; but there was her usual good sense in Mrs. Kinzer's suggestion about its being the very first week. There are never any more such letters as "first letters," nor any other weeks like the first.
There was a world of meaning, as I afterward discovered, in Miss Kinzer's long-drawn-out "Oh-h!" In this instance she looked up quickly, with an obvious display of interest, as if she had just unearthed a remarkable specimen in one who had never worked at anything before.
That's very kind of Dick. I s'pose you won't speak to common people when you get back." "Now, Jenny" "Good-afternoon, Dabney. Perhaps I'll come over before you go, if it's only to take a look at that shipwrecked baby." A good many of Mrs. Kinzer's lady friends, young and old, deemed it their duty to come and do that very thing within the next few days.
It was, therefore, every way correct and becoming for Dabney Kinzer's widowed mother and his sisters to be the plump and hearty beings they were, and all the more discouraging to poor Dabney that no amount of regular and faithful eating seemed to make him resemble them at all in that respect. Mrs.
Dabney, I shall want you to go over to the Morris house with me after breakfast. Then you may hitch up the ponies, and we'll do some errands around the village." Dab Kinzer's sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment, and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her breakfast.
"On'y, you jist mind wot yer about!" said his mother, "and see't you keep dem clo'es from gettin' wet. I jist can't 'foard to hab dem spiled right away." The fault with Dab Kinzer's old suit, after all, had lain mainly in its size rather than its materials; for Mrs. Kinzer was too good a manager to be really stingy.
Kinzer's dining-room, or Miranda's, with a face that was even darker than usual, with a cloud of motherly anxiety. "Miss Kinzer," she said, "has you seen my Dick, dis week?" "No: he hasn't been here at all. Is there any thing the matter with him?" "Dat's de berry question. I jes' doesn't know wot to make ob 'im." "Why, Glorianna, do you think he's studying too hard?"
They did not pay the slightest attention to Peter and his companion, but in a few minutes more they were trying to talk to those poor people on the seaward beach. Trying, but not succeeding very well; for the wreck had been a Bremen bark, with an assorted cargo and some fifty passengers, all emigrants. German seemed to be their only tongue, and none of Mrs. Kinzer's pleasure-party spoke German.
Early in the following week it was rumored from house to house, "The Kinzers are all a-movin' over to Ham Morris's." And then, before the public mind had become sufficiently settled to inquire into the matter, the rumor changed itself into a piece of positive news: "The widder Kinzer's moved over into Ham's house, bag and baggage."
As it was, after hurrying on for a short distance, and making sure he was not pursued, he clambered over the fence, and sneaked into the nearest clump of bushes. From this safe covert he watched Dab Kinzer's return after the lighter pieces of his rod; and then he even dared to crouch along the fence, and see which house his young conqueror went into.
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