Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy

wed the wedding-day

erybody. Every day that passed, and with every dollar's worth of work that was don

e in getting ready, and she knew exactly what

nd his father came over from the city; and Mr. Foster spee

ed to his son. "But what a great, dangling, overgrown piece of a boy th

useful to him too. He looks as if he co

"We must not expect too much of fellows b

and they went back to

ster an

y, for the people of the village. Early in the f

all a-movin' over

ciently settled to inquire into the matter, the r

oved over into Ham's h

rk, and the piles of Kinzer furniture had to be stored around as best could b

tle parlor, indeed, had been filled until it put one in mind of a small furniture-store, with not room enough to show the stock on hand; and some of the other parts of the hous

and see how much more at home and comfortable all that furniture loo

ry to sit on that sofa and play the pian

peak well of her to the eyes of Mrs. Foster, when that lady

ossips that "lawyer Foster must be a good deal forehanded in money

il nearly the close of the week that he found time for more than an occasional glance over the north fe

a really fine estate. I learn, too, that the Kinzers have other property.

d long since learned the uselessness of trying to teach his father any thing

een a great help all the week. Suppose you take the ponies

the ponies myself. I've some calls to make,

ponies to-morrow, you'll have my old clothes t

u mean?" as

ith Dick L

zer. "The ponies are gentle enough, and Dic

indeed!" be

ll. His new clothes fit him beautifully. All he really needs i

le with the tidy they were holding

le. Suppose you take next week pretty much to yourself: Samantha won't want the ponie

walked over to where his mother was sitting, and

e he could not

Ham Morris an

l do," said his mother

urd

e bay, a-crabbing, if he'll go," repli

f the house before there was any chan

e to see old lawyer Foster, and Mrs. Foster, and

fence, however, he was hailed

zer, is

id Dab: "is th

g over to your h

ee you. I've been too busy all the we

nd I thought I'd ask if you wouldn't like to go out on

nished sort of whistle;

plenty of crabs, and I've got a tip-top boat

but some other day we'll go for bigger f

said Dab. "We can have a

ponies, too, whe

e the country. You're going to have a nice place of it, over there, before you get through. Only, if I'd had t

sland architecture generally, and was fairly overwhelmed, for the fir

he was no match for him on the building question. On his way back to his new home,

can he teach me about crabs? W

ut one of far greater consequence to Dab Kinzer's future was u

looming Miranda, now Mrs. Morris, was taking her share of talk very well wi

ution of its kind in the country than Grantley Academy. I send my own boys there; and I've just written about it to my

he expenses, Mr.

pay for my boys is three dollars a week. All they want to eat, sir, and g

and academy, Miranda's place in the improved house was likely to wait

d probably she knew that her husband was not t

Dab Kinzer, and even for his knowing neighbor, to have added themselves

at night Dab dreamed that a gigantic crab was trying to pull Ford

did you ever see anythi