Dabney, I shall want you to go over to the Morris house with me after breakfast.

Then you may hitch up the ponies, and we'll do some errands around the village." Dab Kinzer's sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment, and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her breakfast.
Pamela, as being nearest to Dab in age and sympathy, gave a very admiring look at her brother's second "good fit," and said nothing.
Even Keziah finally admitted, in her own mind, that such a change in Dabney's appearance might have its advantages.

But Samantha inwardly declared war.
The young hero himself was hardly used to that second suit, as yet, and felt any thing but easy in it.
"I wonder," he said to himself, "what Jenny Walters would say to me now.
Wonder if she'd know me." Not a doubt of it.

But after he had finished his breakfast, and gone out, his mother remarked,-- "It's really all right, girls.

I almost fear I have been neglecting Dabney.