As soon as quiet was restored, however, Mrs.Kinzer remarked,-- "I think Hamilton should have consulted me about it, but it's too late now.

Anyhow, you may go and put on your other clothes." "My wedding suit ?" asked Dab.
"No, indeed! I mean your old ones,--those you took off night before last." "Dunno where they are," slowly responded Dab.
"Don't know where they are ?" responded a chorus of four voices.
"No," said Dab.

"Bill Lee's black boy had em on all yesterday afternoon, and I reckon he's gone a-fishing again to-day.

They fit him a good sight better 'n they ever did me." If Dabney had expected a storm to come from his mother's end of the table, he was pleasantly mistaken; and his sisters had it all to themselves for a moment.

Then, with an admiring glance at her son, the thoughtful matron remarked,-- "Just like his father, for all the world! It's no use, girls: Dabney's a growing boy in more ways than one.