Good-afternoon, Annie." And then he marched out with his fish.
"Mother, did you hear him call me 'Annie' ?" "Yes; and I heard you call him 'Dabney.'" "But he's only a boy "-- "I don't care," exclaimed Ford.

"He's an odd fellow, but he's a good one.

Did you see how wonderfully strong he is in his arms?
I couldn't lift these fish at arm's-length, to save my life." He knew, for he had been trying his best with his own.
It was quite likely that Dab Kinzer's rowing, and all that sort of thing, had developed in him greater strength of muscle than even he himself was aware of; but for all that he went home with his very ears tingling.
"Could she have thought me ill-bred or impertinent ?" he muttered to himself.
Thought?
About him?
Poor Dab Kinzer! Annie Foster had so much else to think of just then; for she was compelled to go over, for Ford's benefit, the whole story of her tribulations at her uncle's, and the many rudenesses of Joe Hart and his brother Fuz.
"They ought to be drowned," said Ford indignantly.
"In ink," added Annie.

"Just as they drowned my poor cuffs and collars.".