Dab Kinzer - A Story of a Growing Boy by William O. Stoddard
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afterwards, that he had undertaken a task of some difficulty. He hardly
knew when or where he squeezed out the time for the proper polishing of his shoes, or the due arrangement of his magnificent red necktie; but both feats were accomplished most faithfully. The subject of church-going came up again, incidentally, at the breakfast-table; and the remarks of her young boarders met the emphatic approval of Mrs. Myers and her daughter. Perhaps because neither of them had been near enough, after Dick dodged out of their room at the end of his early call, to hear Dabney Kinzer remark,-- "Ford, don't you think we can find our way across the green without any help from the ladies?" "I am pondering that matter. What do you say, Frank?" "We must get out of it if we can politely. I don't just see how we'll do it." "Do it? Why, we'll all wait for Dick Lee." Mrs. Myers took a little too much for granted; and when the hour came for starting, there came a slight disturbance in the smooth current of her calculations. "Mr. Foster," she called out, in her best voice, from half way up the stairs, "the first bell is ringing. Are you and your friends ready?" "Ringing?" responded Ford. "So it is! I regret to say we are not yet ready to go." |
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