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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-day.
Right down nice furniture it is too; but there's so much of it, I'm afraid the minister'll have to stand out in the front yard." "The house'll do for this time," replied Mrs. Kinzer. "There'll be room enough for everybody. What puzzles me is Dab." "What about Dab?" asked Ham. "Can't find a thing to fit him," said Dab's mother. "Seems as if he were all odd sizes, from head to foot."
I declare, you have scared me out of a year's growth!" "I wish you'd scare me, then," said Dab. "Then my clothes would stay fitted." Every thing had been so well arranged beforehand, thanks to Mrs. Kinzer, that the wedding had no chance at all except to go off well. Ham Morris was rejoiced to find how entirely he was relieved of every responsibility.
Foster promptly decided to go over in a day or two, and see what sort of an arrangement could be made with Mrs. Kinzer. The week which followed the wedding-day was an important one. The improvements on the Morris house were pushed along in a way that astonished everybody.
Ford had found out very nearly as much as that on his own account; but he had long since learned the uselessness of trying to teach his father any thing, however well he might succeed with ordinary people, and so he said nothing. "Dabney," said Mrs. Kinzer, that Friday evening, "you've been a great help all the week.
She added, with her usual smile, that there were cooks enough in the kitchen. Such a frying and broiling! Before Ham Morris was ready with his cargo for his trip back to the wreck, and right in the midst of his greatest hurry, word came over from Mrs. Foster that "the table was waiting for them all." Even Mrs. Kinzer drew a long breath of relief and satisfaction.
Kinzer? Glad to make your acquaintance," said Mr. Fallow; and Dick's success was complete, except that he was saying to himself, "I jes' can't trus' my tongue wid de oder boys. Dey's got to take dar chances." "Now, Mr. Kinzer," said Miss Almira, at that moment, "it's time we were going home." "Yes, Frank," said her mother patronizingly, "I think we had better be going."
Annie thought of the ink, and her box of spoiled cuffs and collars, while her brother was speaking. Could it be that Ford meant a good deal more than he was saying? At all events, she fully agreed with him on the Dab Kinzer question. That was one "council;" and it was one of peace or war, probably a good deal as the Hart boys themselves might thereafter determine.
Kinzer was reading the young gentleman through and through, as she spoke; but she followed her exclamation with a dozen questions, all of which he answered with a good deal of clearness and intelligence. She wound up at last, 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 aint I glad about him? Could we get ready and go to-morrow?" "Guess not so quick as that. We might by the day after, if the weather's all right." Exactly. There is always a large sized "if" to be put in where anything depends on the weather. Mrs. Kinzer took the matter up with enthusiasm, and so did the girls, Miranda included, and Ford Foster was right about his own part of the company.
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