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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?"
On'y dey isn't no kine ob lobsters good nuff for some folks, dey isn't." Dick insisted, however; and by the time he reached the back door of the old Kinzer homestead with his load, the kitchen beyond that door had become almost as busy a place as was that of Mrs. Miranda Morris, a few rods away.
Dabney had longed to ask her if she meant to have it moved over to the Kinzer side of the north fence, but he had doubts as to the propriety of it; and just then the boy came in from the tailor's with his bundle of new clothes. Hamilton Morris was a very promising young man, of some thirty summers.
One of the most excellent things in all the world, and very few people get too much of it nowadays. As for Dabney Kinzer, he had done his sleeping as regularly and faithfully as even his eating, up to the very night after Ham Morris came home to find the old barn afire. There had been a few, a very few, exceptions.
Foster. I think I ought to write to Mr. Hart, and thank him for his recommendation." "Just as you please, Hamilton," said Mrs. Kinzer; "but this is their very first week, you know." "Guess dey won't fool Dick much, anyhow," said the radiant Glorianna. "But wot's dat 'bout de corn-shellin'?" "That's all right," said Ham. "Shelling corn won't hurt him. Glad there's plenty of it.
But the bay and the inlet, with the fish and the crabs, and the ebbing and flowing tides, were there, very much the same, before Hendrik Hudson and his brave Dutchmen knew any thing whatever about that corner of the world. The Kinzer farm had always been a reasonably "fat" one, both as to size and quality; and the good people who lived on it had generally been of a somewhat similar description.
Kinzer slipped forward, and put her arms around her daughter's neck. Well, it was very early in the morning for those two women to stand there and cry; but it seemed to do them good, and Miranda remarked at last, as she kissed her mother, "O mother, it is all so good and beautiful, and I'm so happy!"
Dab Kinzer and Ford Foster, in particular, had no idea that the world contained such a place as Grantley, or such a landlady as Mrs. Myers. They had as little suspicion of them as they had had of finding Annie Foster in the sitting-room that day, when they walked in with their famous strings of fish.
One of the most excellent things in all the world, and very few people get too much of it nowadays. As for Dabney Kinzer, he had done his sleeping as regularly and faithfully as even his eating, up to that very night after Ham Morris came home to find the big barn afire. There had been a few, a very few exceptions.
At all events, only three days would now intervene before the arrival of the two travelers, and everything required for their reception was pushed forward with all the energy Mrs. Kinzer could bring to bear. She had promised Ham that his house should be ready for him, and it was likely to be a good deal more "ready" than either he or his wife had dreamed of.
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