Part 12 (1/2)
When they reached the landing, and began to over-haul their very brilliant ”catch,” Dabney said,--
”Now, d.i.c.k, take your string home, leave that basket of crabs at Mr.
Foster's, and then come back with the basket, and carry the rest of 'em to our house. Ford and I'll see to the rest of the fish.”
”I haven't caught half as many as you have, either of you,” said Ford, when he saw with what even-handed justice the fish were divided in three piles, as they were scooped out of the fish-car.
”What of that?” replied Dab. ”We follow fishermen's rules, down this way. Share and share alike, you know. All the luck is outside the boat, they say. Once the fish are landed, your luck's as good as mine.”
”Do they always follow that rule?”
”The man that broke it wouldn't find company very easily, hereabouts, next time he wanted to go a-fis.h.i.+ng. No, nor for any thing else.
n.o.body'd boat with him.”
”Well, if it's the regular thing,” said Ford hesitatingly. ”But I'll tell who really caught 'em.”
”Oh, some of yours are right good ones! Your string'd look big enough, some days, just as you caught 'em.”
”Would it?”
”Yes, it would. Don't you imagine we can pull 'em in every time like we did this morning,--crabs nor fish.”
”No, I s'pose not. Anyhow, I've learned some things.”
”I guess likely. We'll go for some more next week. Now for a tug.”
”Ain't they heavy, though!”
The boat had already been made fast; and the two boys picked up their strings of fish, two for each, after d.i.c.k Lee had started for home; and heavy things they were to carry under that hot sun.
”Come and show the whole lot to my mother,” said Ford, ”before you take yours into the house. I'd like to have her see them all.”
”All right,” replied Dab, but he little dreamed what was coming; for, when he and Ford marched proudly into the sitting-room with their finny prizes, Dabney found himself face to face with, not good, sweet-voiced Mrs. Foster, but, as he thought, the most beautiful young lady he had ever seen.
Ford Foster shouted, ”Annie! You here? Well, I never!”
But Dab Kinzer wished all those fish safely back again swimming in the bay.
CHAPTER IX.
THERE ARE DIFFERENT KINDS OF BOYS.
Ham Morris was a thoughtful and kind-hearted fellow, beyond a doubt; and he was likely to be a valuable friend for a growing boy like Dab Kinzer.
It is not everybody's brother-in-law who would find time during his wedding-trip to hunt up even so pretty a New-England village as Grantley, and inquire into questions of board and lodging and schooling.
That was precisely what Ham did, however; and Miranda went with him of course.
Mrs. Myers, to the hospitalities of whose cool and roomy-looking house he had been commended by Mr. Hart, was so ”crowded full with summer boarders,” liberally advertised for in the great city, that she had hardly a corner left in which to stow away Ham and his bride, for even one night. She was glad enough, however, that she had made the effort, and found one, after she discovered the nature of the stranger's errand in Grantley, and that it included ”winter board” for a whole boy.