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Kinzer good soul had set her heart on having Ham and Miranda's house "ready for them" on their return; and now Ham seemed to be so pleased about it, she actually began to cry. She said, too, "I'm so sorry about the barn!" Ham only laughed, in his quiet way, as he kissed his portly mother-in-law, and said, "Come, come, mother Kinzer, you didn't set it afire. Can't Miranda and I have some supper?
Kinzer did her own driving, and only permitted Dab to "hold the horses" while she made her calls, business or otherwise; but that day had been safely put away among Dab's unpleasant memories for a good while. It was but a few minutes before the neat buggy held the widow and her son, and the ponies were taking them briskly down the road towards the village.
Kinzer was reading the young gentleman through and through as she spoke, but she followed her exclamation with a dozen questions, and then wound up with: "Go right home, then, and tell your father the only good house to let in this neighborhood will be ready for him next week, and he'd better see me at once. Get into the buggy, Dabney."
Their first errand was to the baggage-room; and they were on their way when Dab Kinzer thoughtfully remarked, "Now, Joe, here we've dragged you and Fuz away up here, miles and miles out of your way." "That's so," said Ford, "but they can take a street-car down. They've got hours of time to spare." "No hurry," said Joe: "we'll see you off." But Fuz whispered to him, "Time's up, Joe.
As to that and his great, spreading, half-cultivated farm, all either of them needed was ready money and management. These were blessings Ham was now made reasonably sure of, on his return from his wedding trip, and he was likely to appreciate them. As for Dabney Kinzer, he was in no respect overcome by the novelty and excitement of the wedding.
Kinzer had all she could do to keep them from "rescuing" every atom of her furniture out of the house, and piling it up in the road. "Wait, please," she said to them very calmly. "If Ham and Dab save the long barn, the fire won't spread any farther. The old barn won't be any loss to speak of, anyhow."
"Now, my darling, tell me what it all means." "Why, mother, it was partly my mistake, and partly the flagman's and the driver's; and I'm sure Mrs. Kinzer was kind. She knew me before I said a word, by my resemblance to you." "Oh, I don't mean that! How is it you are here so soon? I thought you meant to make a long visit at your uncle Hart's."
That was often the way with people who stopped to talk with Jenny Walters, and she was not as much of a favorite as she otherwise might have been. Hardly had she disappeared before Dab was confronted by the strange boy. "Is your name Dabney Kinzer?" said he. "Yes, I believe so." "Well, I'm Mr. Ford Foster, of New York." "Come over here to buy goods?" suggested Dab. "Or to get something to eat?"
"Boys," remarked Dab Kinzer, when they gathered in their own room after supper, "I can't say we've learned a great deal this first week; but we've found a tiptop fishing-ground, and we've settled the Hart boys." "Shouldn't wonder if Mrs. Myers feels a good deal more settled than she did too," said Ford.
Not but what he was at the Kinzer house a good deal; nor did any of the other girls tell Miranda how very much he was in the way. He could talk, however; and one morning, about a fortnight before the day appointed, he said to Miranda and her mother, "We can't have so very much of a wedding: your house is so small, and you've chocked it so full of furniture.
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