"Of course. Dick Lee and I need some one to take care of us. We never traveled so far before."
"On land, you mean. Is Dick here to-night?"
"Came and looked in, sir, but got scared by the crowd and went home."
"Poor fellow! Well, we will do all we can for him."
Poor Dick Lee!
And yet, if Mr. Dabney Kinzer had known his whereabouts at that very moment he would half have envied him.
Dick's mother was in the kitchen helping about the supper, but she had not left home until she had compelled Dick to dress himself in his best,—white shirt, red neck-tie, shining shoes and all,—and she had brought him with her almost by force.
"You's good nuff to go to de 'cad'my and leab yer pore mother, an' I reckon you's good nuff for de party."
And Dick had actually ventured in from the kitchen through the dining-room and as far as the door of the back parlor, where few would look.
