Dab Kinzer - A Story of a Growing Boy by William O. Stoddard
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curious vision of Almira's and her mother's, of some social advantage
they might derive, thenceforward, from having "a colored servant" in their employ. Dick's own chance was coming right down upon him, a little before he was quite ready for it; for the minister and his wife came out a few moments later, and Mrs. Sunderland took upon herself the duty of presenting Richard Lee to them, very much if as she would have said,-- "My dear Mr. Fallow,--my dear Mrs. Fallow,--see what I've found! Is he not remarkable?" The words she really uttered were somewhat more formal; but the good, quiet-looking little minister and very quiet-looking little wife were still shaking hands with Dick, that is, with his right hand, when he turned almost eagerly, and caught hold of Dab Kinzer with his left. "Yes, sir, an' dis is Cap'n Dab--I mean, this is my friend Mr. Dabney Kinzer, of Long Island,--de bes'--" "How do you do, Mr. Kinzer? Glad to make your acquaintance," said Mr. Fallow; and Dick's success was complete, except that he was saying to himself,-- "I jes' can't trus' my tongue wid de oder boys. Dey's got to take dar chances." "Now, Mr. Kinzer," said Miss Almira, at that moment, "it's time we were going home." "Yes, Frank," said her mother patronizingly, "I think we had better be going." |
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