He remarked to Keziah,-- "It won't be of any use for anybody to try to sit on that sofa and play the piano.

They'll have to get up and come over." Mrs.Kinzer took good care that the house she left should speak well of her to the eyes of Mrs.Foster, when that lady came to superintend the arrival of her own household goods.
The character of these, by the way, at once convinced the village gossips that "lawyer Foster must be a good deal forehanded in money matters." And so he was, even more so than his furniture indicated.
Ford had a wonderful deal to do with the settlement of his family in their new home; and it was not until nearly the close of the week that he found time for more than an occasional glance over the north fence, although he and Dab had several times exchanged a word or two when they met each other on the road.
"Take the two farms together," his father had said to him, "and they make a really fine estate.

I learn, too, that the Kinzers have other property.

Your young acquaintance is likely to have a very good start in the world." Ford had found out very nearly as much as that on his own account; but he had long since learned the uselessness of trying to teach his father any thing, however well he might succeed with ordinary people, and so he said nothing.
"Dabney," said Mrs.Kinzer, that Friday evening, "you've been a great help all the week.

Suppose you take the ponies to-morrow morning, and ask young Foster out for a drive." "Mother," exclaimed Samantha, "I shall want the ponies myself.