Dab Kinzer eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 266 pages of information about Dab Kinzer.

Dab Kinzer eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 266 pages of information about Dab Kinzer.

“Just like his father, for all the world!  It’s no use, girls:  Dabney’s a growing boy in more ways than one.  Dabney, I shall want you to go over to the Morris house with me after breakfast.  Then you may hitch up the ponies, and we’ll do some errands around the village.”

Dab Kinzer’s sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment, and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her breakfast.

Pamela, as being nearest to Dab in age and sympathy, gave a very admiring look at her brother’s second “good fit,” and said nothing.

Even Keziah finally admitted, in her own mind, that such a change in Dabney’s appearance might have its advantages.  But Samantha inwardly declared war.

The young hero himself was hardly used to that second suit, as yet, and felt any thing but easy in it.

“I wonder,” he said to himself, “what Jenny Walters would say to me now.  Wonder if she’d know me.”

Not a doubt of it.  But after he had finished his breakfast, and gone out, his mother remarked,—­

“It’s really all right, girls.  I almost fear I have been neglecting Dabney.  He isn’t a little boy any more.”

“He isn’t a man yet,” exclaimed Samantha.  “And he talks slang dreadfully.”

“But then, he does grow so!” remarked Keziah.

“Mother,” said Pamela, “couldn’t you get Dab to give Dick Lee the slang, along with the old clothes?”

“We’ll see about it,” replied Mrs. Kinzer.

It was very clear that Dabney’s mother had begun to take in a new idea about her son.

It was not the least bit in the world unpleasant to find out that he was “growing in more ways than one,” and it was quite likely that she had indeed kept him too long in roundabouts.

At all events, his great idea had been worked out into a triumphant success; and, before the evening was over, Pamela replied to a remark of Samantha’s,—­

“I don’t care.  He’s taller than I am, and I’d ever so much rather have a frock-coat walk beside me to meeting.”

CHAPTER III.

A MEMBER OF ONE OF THE OLDEST FAMILIES MEETS A YOUNG GENTLEMAN FROM THE CITY.

Dick Lee had been more than half right about the village being a dangerous place for him, with such an unusual amount of clothing over his ordinary uniform.

The very dogs, every one of whom was an old acquaintance, barked at him on his way home that night; and, proud as were his ebony father and mother of the improvement in their son’s appearance, they yielded to his earnest entreaties, first, that he might wear his present all the next day, and, second, that he might betake himself to the “bay” early in the morning, and so keep out of sight “till he got used to it.”

“On’y, you jist mind wot yer about!” said his mother, “and see’t you keep dem clo’es from gettin’ wet.  I jist can’t ’foard to hab dem spiled right away.”

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