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Kinzer did her best to prevent any thing like a "scene" at the railway-station when Ham and Miranda came out upon the platform; but there was an immense amount of "welcome" expressed in words and hugs and kisses, in the shortest possible space of time.
"Mother, that is not what he had on yesterday." "He's been trading again," mildly suggested Pamela. "Dabney," said Mrs. Kinzer, "what does this mean?" "Mean!" replied Dabney. "Why, these are the clothes you told me to buy. The lot I wore yesterday were a present from Ham Morris. He's a splendid fellow. I'm glad he got the best of the girls."
Ford Foster was apparently of about Dab's age, but a full head less in height, so that there was more point in the question than there seemed to be, but he treated it as not worthy of notice, and asked: "Do you know of a house to let anywhere about here?" "House to let?" suddenly exclaimed the voice of Mrs. Kinzer, behind him, much to Dab's surprise. "Are you asking about a house? Whom for?"
It is just possible it was pitched somewhat higher than usual that morning. "Glorianna? Is that you? Come right in. We've some letters from the boys. Something in them about Dick that you'll be glad to hear." "Sho! De boy! Course dey all had to say somet'ing 'bout him! I's jes' like to know wot 'tis, dough." In she went, but more than the Kinzer family were gathered in the sitting-room. Mrs.
Kinzer," said Dick very proudly, as he strutted across the road. "On'y I dasn't go back fru de village." "What'll you do, then?" asked Dab. "S'pose I'd better go a-fishin'," said Dick. "Will de fish bite?" "Oh! the clothes won't make any odds to them," said Dabney. "I must go back to the house."
Kinzer had added to the old Morris mansion; and Dick's hand was on the knob of that door, almost before he knew it. Then he was out on the road to the landing; and in five minutes more he was vigorously rowing the "Jenny" out through the inlet, towards the bay.
Kinzer found her temper getting a little fretted and worried over them. At all events, it was a settled fact that the "party" was to be; and the invitations went out in due and proper form. "Miranda," said her mother, on the morning of the important day, "we must manage to get rid of Dabney and those boys for a few hours." "Send 'em for some greens to rig the parlor with," suggested Ham.
That was all "according to contract;" but Dick did not come in for his dinner until the rest had eaten theirs; and then he barely had time to say to Dab Kinzer, "Did you ebber shell corn?" "Course I have. Why?" "'Cause dar's a bigger heap ob corn out in de barn dan you ebber see." "Bigger'n Ham's?" "Well, no, not so big as his'n, mebbe; but dar's more ob it. I's got it to shell."
"Came and looked in, sir; but he got scared by the crowd, and went home." "Poor fellow! I don't wonder. Well, we will all do what we can for him." Poor Dick Lee! And yet, if Mr. Dabney Kinzer had known his whereabouts at that very moment, he would half have envied him.
But Annie's eyes had been furtively watching her baggage through the window, and saw it swinging upon a broad, red-shirted pair of shoulders, just then; and, before she could bring her mind to bear upon the crab question, Keziah Kinzer exclaimed, "If there isn't Mrs. Foster, coming through the garden gate!"
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