Ham's remark had gone deep into other ears as well as Dabney's; and there were reasons, therefore, why good Mrs.Kinzer was sitting by the window of her own room, at that very moment, as little inclined to sleep as was the boy she was thinking of.

So proud of him too, she was, and so full of bright, motherly thoughts of the man he would make, "one of these days, when he gets his growth." There must have been a good deal of sympathy between Dab and his mother; for by and by, just as she began to feel drowsy, and muttered, "Well, well, we'll have a talk about it to-morrow," Dab found himself nodding against the window-frame, and slowly rose from his chair, remarking,-- "Guess I might as well finish that dream in bed.

If I'd tumbled out o' the window I'd have lit among Miranda's rose-bushes.

They've got their thorns all out at this time o' night." It was necessary for them both to sleep hard, after that; for more than half the night was gone, and they were to be up early.

So indeed they were; but what surprised Mrs.Kinzer when she went into the kitchen was to find Miranda there before her.
"You here, my dear?
That's right.