"It seems like spending a great deal of money," began Mrs. Kinzer, when Ham at last paused for breath, but he caught her up at once with, "I know you've been paying out a great deal, Mother Kinzer, but Dab must go if I pay—"
"You pay, indeed, for my boy! I'd like to see myself. Now I've found out what he is, I mean he shall have every advantage, if this Grantley's the right place."
"Mother," exclaimed Samantha, "it's the very place Mr. Foster is to send Ford to, and Frank Harley."
"Exactly," said Ham. "Mr. Hart spoke of a Mr. Foster,—his brother-in-law,—a lawyer."
"Why," said Keziah, "he's living in our old house now! Ford Foster is Dab's greatest crony."
"Yes, I heard about it last night, but I hadn't put the two together," said Ham. "Do you really mean Dab is to go?"
"Of course," said Mrs. Kinzer.
"Well, if that isn't doing it easy. Do you know it's about the nicest thing since I got here?"
"Except the barn afire," said Dabney, unable to keep still any longer. "Mother, may I stand on my head a while?"
"You'll need all the head you've got," said Ham. "You wont have much time to get ready."