CHAPTER IV.
TWO BOYS, ONE PIG, AND AN UNFORTUNATE RAILWAY-TRAIN.
"That's him!" Dab was standing by his ponies, in front of a store in the village.

His mother was making some purchases in the store, and Dab was thinking how the Morris house would look when it was finished; and it was at him the old farmer was pointing in answer to a question which had just been asked him.
The questioner was the sharp-eyed boy who had bothered poor Dick Lee that morning, and he was now evidently making a sort of "study" of Dab Kinzer.
At that moment, however, a young lady--quite young--came tripping along the sidewalk, and was stopped by Dabney, with,-- "There, Jenny Walters! If I didn't forget my label!" "Why, Dabney! Is that you?
How you startled me! Forgot your label ?" "Yes," said Dab; "I'm in another new suit today; and I meant to have a label on the collar, with my name on it.

You'd have known me then." "But I know you now," exclaimed Jenny.

"Why, I saw you yesterday." "Yes, and I told you it was me.

Can you read, Jenny ?" "Why, what a question!" "Because, if you can't, it won't do me any good to wear a label." "Dabney Kinzer!" exclaimed Jenny, "there's an other thing you ought to get." "What's that ?" "Some good manners," said the little lady snappishly.