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Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy

Chapter 7 A VERY ACCIDENTAL CALL.

Word Count: 1547    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

nd his shrill note of discomfort rang across the inlet, the shriller whistle of the engine a

was standing beside a trunk on the platform,

me where Mr.

let-eyed lawyer

rk," said the young la

does he

boy, thin. Is it him as

is. Can you tell me

people. The widdy marri

er Mo

n I get to

bring up yer owld rattlethrap, and take the leddy's t

t had been a carryall were pulled up beside the platform by the skinn

onveyance at the station, and the trunk was already whisked

it would be some hours befor

except the top and bottom, and the pretty passenger was neit

f any kind except to his horse. To him, indeed, he kept up a constant stream of encouraging rem

ery near breaking from a limp into a trot several times,

perfectly. At least he answered, "Yes'm, indade," to several inquirie

claimed, just as Michael added a vigorous jerk of the reins to t

re this is

fifty ci

e sprang back to his place, and whipped up his limping steed. It may have been from the fear of being asked to take that trunk into the hou

ements yet. But the door was open; and a very neatly furnished parlor at t

he house; and, as the young lady from the railway came in at the front, anothe

not been Mrs. Kinzer, and the widow had never been very much puzzled in all

am Mrs. Kinzer. How could h

t do please explain Where a

laughed

father. You are only one door from home here, and I'll have your trunk taken right over to the house. Pleas

la were also in it; and Annie thought she had rarely seen three girls whose a

s were related quickly enough, and the cau

isters were ready at any time to look at the funny side of thing

yes had been furtively watching her baggage through the window, and saw it swinging upon a broad, red-shirted pair o

Foster, coming thro

r in a twinkling, followed by all the ladies of th

appearance, or by her getting to the Kinzer house first instead of to h

ll there was something odd and unexpected about it all. If Samantha had noticed this fact, there might have bee

and they might have followed her even beyond the gate in the north fence, if it had not been for their mother. All they were allowed to do was

ghter; but, when once they were alone in the wee sitting-room of

g, tell me what

man's and the driver's; and I'm sure Mrs. Kinzer was kind.

re here so soon? I thought you meant to

r, if it had not b

ousins,

young bears in all your life. They

hope you have

Maria thinks they're p

l the house down over th

did they do? and

ink over my cuffs and collars, I said I would come home. I had j

er her at the idea of that ink among the

be! but, Annie, wha

ll be boys;' and I half believe they were sorry; but that was o

nished her story, there was no further fault to be found wi

, for it won't do to let those

an expression of face w

rld could have the hea

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“Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy by William O. Stoddard”