"Will de fish bite ?" "Oh! the clothes won't make any odds to them," said Dabney.

"I must go back to the house." And so he did: while Dick, on whom the cast-off garments of his white friend were really a pretty good fit, marched on down the road, feeling grander than he ever had before in all his life.
"That'll be a good thing to tell Ham Morris, when he and Miranda get home again," muttered Dab, as he re-entered the house.
Late that evening, when Dabney returned from his final duties as escort to his mother's guests, she rewarded him with more than he could remember ever receiving of motherly commendation.
"I've been really quite proud of you, Dabney," she said, as she laid her plump hand on the collar of his new coat, and kissed him.

"You've behaved like a perfect little gentleman." "Only, mother," exclaimed Keziah, "he spent too much of his time with that sharp-tongued little Jenny Walters." "Never mind, Kezi," said Dab: "she didn't know who I was till I told her.

I'm going to wear a label with my name on it when I go over to the village to-morrow." "And then you'll put on your other suit in the morning," said Mrs.
Kinzer.

"You must keep this for Sundays and great occasions." "Any more weddings coming, right away ?" said Dab, with a sharp glance around upon what remained of the family; but the girls were all very busy just then, with their books and their sewing, and he did not get any direct reply.