Dab Kinzer - A Story of a Growing Boy by William O. Stoddard
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"Well, if I ain't captain, I guess I'd better do a little steering. We must give our checks to the expressman, and have our luggage carted over to the Grand Central Depot." "Will it be sure to get there in good time?" "Of course it wouldn't if we were in any hurry; but our train doesn't leave until three o'clock, and the express won't fail to have it there before that." Ford was all alive with the responsibilities of his position, as the only boy in the party who had been born in the city, and had travelled all over it, and a little out of it. "Joe and Fuz," he said, "will want to take the night boat for Albany. They've more time on their hands than we have. Joe?--Fuz?--why can't you come along with us after you've checked your trunks? We'll be getting dinner before long." The Hart boys promptly assented, after a look at each other, and a sort of chuckle. "Might as well keep together," said Joe. "We'd like to take a look at things." "Come along. I'll show you." Frank Harley had seen quite a number of great cities, and he could hardly help saying something about them while they were going over on |
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