"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. They're the very people you met at the landing."
"Yes, I've heard all that," said Ham, "but somehow I hadn't put the two things together. Now, mother Kinzer, do you really mean Dab is to go?"
"Of course I do," said she.
"Well, if that isn't doing it easy! Do you know, it's about the nicest thing I've heard since I got here?"
"Except the barn," said Dabney, unable to hold in any longer. "Mother, may I stand on my head a while?"
"You'll need all the head you've got," said Ham. "You won't have much time to get ready."
"He'll have books enough after he gets there," said Mrs. Kinzer decidedly. "I'll risk Dabney."
"And they'll make him give up all his slang," added Samantha.
"Yes, Sam; when I come back I'll talk nothing but Greek and Latin. I'm getting French now from Ford, and Hindu from Frank Harley. Then I know English, and slang, and Long-Islandish. Think of one man with seven first-rate languages!"