"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!" But Dabney soon found himself unable to sit still, even at the breakfast-table.

Not that he got up hungry, for he had done his duty by Miranda's cookery; but the house itself, big as it was, seemed too small to hold him, with all his new prospects swelling within him.