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"I guess you can stay with her the rest of the day," Annie Kinzer said, stopping at the table. "The 'Moonlight Maids' must have been too much for Phoebe. Guess she won't show up to-day." Henrietta was naturally delighted with the arrangement, which would add a few pennies to her earnings. "I only made sixty cents yesterday, and I worked like a dog," she remarked. "It was a bad day for everybody.
Mother Kinzer, I couldn't say enough about this house business if I talked all night. It must have cost you a deal of money. I couldn't have dared to ask it. I guess you'd better kiss me again." Curious thing it was that came next. One that nobody could have reckoned on. Mrs.
And then they both laughed, in a subdued and quiet way; and Miranda picked up the coffee-pot while Mrs. Kinzer walked away into the milk-room. Such cream as there seemed to be on all the pans that morning! As for Ham Morris, his first visit on leaving the house had been to the relics of the old barn, as a matter of course.
But, Dab, what do you mean to do about it?" "Swing a lantern at the mast-head, and sail right along. You and Dick get a nap, by and by, if you can. I won't try to sleep till daylight." "Sleep? Catch me sleeping!" "You must; and so must Dick, when the time comes. It won't do for us to all get worn out together. If we did, who'd handle the boat?" Ford's respect for Dabney Kinzer was growing hourly.
Dabney looked after her with his mouth puckered into shape for a whistle; but she had hardly disappeared before he found himself confronted by the strange young gentleman. "Is your name Dabney Kinzer?" "Yes, I believe so." "Well, I'm Mr. Ford Foster, from New York." "Come over here to buy goods?" suggested Dabney. "Or to get something to eat?"
"Hurrah for Cap'n Kinzer! Dar ain't no better feller lef long shoah!" And then, amid a chorus of cheers and laughter, and a grand waving of white handkerchiefs, the engine gave a deep, hysterical cough, and hurried the train away.
Age hardly counts in such a matter, and then it is not every boy of even his "growth" that could have brought muscles like those of Dab Kinzer to the swing he gave that four feet length of seasoned ironwood. Annie saw him coming, but her assailant did not until it was too late for anything but to turn and receive that first hit in front instead of behind.
She did not guess it; but when she met him at the church-door, after service, she was careful to address him as "Mr. Kinzer," and that made poor Dabney blush to his very eyes. "There!" he exclaimed: "I know it." "Know what?" asked Annie. "Know what you're thinking." "Do you, indeed?" "Yes: you think I'm like the crabs." "What do you mean?"
At all events, only three days would now intervene before the arrival of the two travellers, and any thing in the way of further discussion of the room question was manifestly out of order. Every thing required for the coming reception was pushed forward by Mrs. Kinzer with all the energy she could bring to bear; and Dab felt called upon to remark to Pamela,
She did not hesitate about beginning the skirmish, however; for her tongue was already a bit loosened, and in fine working-order. "Wot's dis yer, Mrs. Kinzer, 'bout sendin' away my Dick to a furrin 'Cad'my? Isn't he 'most nigh nuff spiled a'ready?" "Oh! it's all arranged nicely. Miss Foster and I only came over to see what we could do about getting his clothes ready.
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