"Think of your stopping me in the street to tell me I can't read!" "Then you mustn't forget me so quick," said Dab.

"If you meet my old clothes anywhere you must call them Dick Lee.

They've had a change of name." "So he's in them, is he?
I don't doubt they look better than they ever did before." Jenny walked away at once, at the end of that remark, holding her head pretty high, and leaving her old playmate feeling as if he had had a little the worst of it.

That was often the way with people who stopped to talk with Jenny Walters, and she was not as much of a favorite as she otherwise might have been.
Dabney looked after her with his mouth puckered into shape for a whistle; but she had hardly disappeared before he found himself confronted by the strange young gentleman.
"Is your name Dabney Kinzer ?" "Yes, I believe so." "Well, I'm Mr.Ford Foster, from New York." "Come over here to buy goods ?" suggested Dabney.

"Or to get something to eat ?" Ford Foster was apparently of about Dab's age, but a full head less in height, so that there was more point in the question than there seemed to be; but he treated it as not worthy of notice, and asked,-- "Do you know of a house to let anywhere about here ?" "House to let ?" suddenly exclaimed the voice of Mrs.Kinzer, behind him, much to Dab's surprise.