Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy

lage being a dangerous place for him, with such an u

d mother of the improvement in their son's appearance, they yielded to his earnest entreaties, first, that he might wear his present all t

r, "and see't you keep dem clo'es from gettin' wet.

ain mainly in its size rather than its materials; for

e who seemed disposed to laugh at him; but there, right on the wharf, was

," said Dick to himself. "Den

d active-looking boy, with a pair of very keen, greenish-gray

here are you going

groaned Dick. But he answere

shin'. Any ob y

the stranger asked, "Down South

Souf," was the so

run away

was down da

his f

" said Dick, "but we's allers

slaves among the very earliest Dutch settlers, and had never "lived South" at all. He was now bus

d round here as long as tha

kon

e fellows around h

man round dis bay," re

n't like you. Not

ed the stranger. "Whe

Dick, as he shoved his boat

obably the kind of fellow my father would wish me to

he air of a man who had forgotten more than th

a good word for his benefactor, little as h

ok at the house which was thenceforth to be the home of his favorite sister. He had seen it before, every

I see! That's old Tommy McGrew, the house-painter. Well, Ham's house needs a new co

bne

and Dab felt like "minding"

oy, come here

se painted," he remarked, as

id. "We'll go a

that carpenters as well as painters were plying their trade in and about the old homestead. There were window-sashes piled here, and blinds there; a new door or so, read

it all over,

l built, and will bear mending. I couldn't say that of some of

ident that the "shabby" days of the Morris mansion wer

ate, for an immense amount of "mending;" and his house would b

He had never seen her do any thing else, and he had the greatest confidence in her knowledge and ability. He noticed too, before they lef

e ours, one of these days," he sa

ittle sharply. "Now go and get out the pon

s and that pair of ponies before him. Time had been when Mrs. Kinzer did her own driving, and only permitted Dab to "hold the horses" w

ld the widow and her son, and the ponies were tak

ooming bride were setting out for a drive, at the fashionable wateri

eems to me as if we were a

l farther before we get

there, this morning,-mother, and t

med Ham, with a queer s

do you think Da

t a bab

a fact; but he'll be as ta

think so? But wil

We must have him at our house a good deal, after we g

Miranda. "Do you t

but how many meals

the rest of us; and he n

iss a meal, myself, if I can help it. But don't you think thr

ment, but then she a

es as well at each one of

him. Now he's got a good loose fit, with plenty of room, you don't know

ith one of her very best smiles, "and I hope mother'

ilence. "Do you know, Miranda, I shall hardly be easy about that till