If Dabney had expected a storm to come from his mother's end of the table, he was pleasantly mistaken, and his sisters had it all to themselves for a moment. Then, with an admiring glance at her son, the thoughtful matron remarked:
"Just like his father, for all the world. It's no use, girls. Dabney's a growing boy in more ways than one. Dabney, I shall want you to go over to the Morris house with me after breakfast. Then you may hitch up the ponies, and we'll do some errands around the [village]."
DAB GIVES DICK HIS OLD CLOTHES.
Dab Kinzer's sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment, and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her breakfast.
Pamela, as being nearest to Dab in age and sympathy, gave a very admiring look at her brother's second "good fit," and said nothing.
Even Keziah finally admitted, in her own mind, that such a change in Dabney's appearance might have its advantages. But Samantha inwardly declared war.
The young hero himself was hardly used to that second suit as yet, and felt anything but easy in it.
"I wonder," he said to himself, "what Jenny Walters would think of me now? Wonder if she'd know me?"
Not a doubt of it. But, after he had finished his breakfast and gone out, his mother remarked: