"I'll get Dab Kinzer to help me entertain them." "Excellent," said Mr.Foster; "and I hope they will be civil to him." "To Dabney ?" asked Annie.
"Fuz and Joe civil to Dab Kinzer ?" exclaimed Ford.
"Certainly: I hope so." "Father," said Ford, "may I say just what I was thinking ?" "Speak it right out." "Well, I was thinking what a good time Fuz and Joe would be likely to have, trying to get ahead of Dab Kinzer." Annie looked at her brother, and nodded; and there was a bit of a twinkle in the eyes of the lawyer himself, but he only remarked,-- "Well, you must be neighborly.

I don't believe the Hart boys know much about the seashore." "Dab and Frank and I will try and educate them." Annie thought of the ink, and her box of spoiled cuffs and collars, while her brother was speaking.

Could it be that Ford meant a good deal more than he was saying?
At all events, she fully agreed with him on the Dab Kinzer question.
That was one "council;" and it was one of peace or war, probably a good deal as the Hart boys themselves might thereafter determine.
At the same hour, however, matters of even greater importance were coming to a decision around the well-filled breakfast-table in the Morris mansion.

Ham had given a pretty full account of his visit to Grantley, including his dinner at Mrs.Myers's, and all he had learned relating to the academy.
"It seems like spending a great deal of money," began Mrs.Kinzer, when Ham at last paused for breath; but lid caught her up at once, with-- "I know you've been paying out a good 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 going 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.