"I've been really quite proud of you, Dabney," she said to him, as she laid her plump hand on the collar of his new coat and kissed him. "You've behaved like a perfect gentleman."
"Only, mother," exclaimed Keziah, "he spent too much of his time with that sharp-tongued little Jenny Walters."
"Never mind, Kezi," said Dab. "She didn't know who I was till I told her. I'm going to wear a label with my name on it, when I go over to the village, to-morrow."
"And then you'll put on your other suit in the morning," said Mrs. Kinzer, "You must keep this for Sundays and great occasions."
When the morning came, Dabney Kinzer was a more than usually early riser, for he felt that he had waked up to a very important day.
"Dabney," exclaimed his mother, when he came in to breakfast, "did I not tell you to put on your other suit?"
"So I have, mother," replied Dab; "this is my other suit."
"That!" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer.
"So it is!" cried Keziah.
"So it isn't," added Samantha. "Mother, that's not what he had on yesterday."