On'y dey isn't no kine ob lobsters good nuff for some folks, dey isn't." Dick insisted, however; and by the time he reached the back door of the old Kinzer homestead with his load, the kitchen beyond that door had become almost as busy a place as was that of Mrs.Miranda Morris, a few rods away.
"Ford," suddenly exclaimed Dab, as he finished scaling a large porgy, "what if mother should make a mistake!" "Make a mistake! How ?" "Cook that baby.

It's awful!" "Why, its mother's there." "Yes, but they've put her to bed, and its father too.

Hey, here come the lobsters.

Now, Ford"-- The rest of what he had to say was given in a whisper, and was not even heard by Annie Foster, who was just then looking prettier than ever, as she busied herself around the kitchen-fire.

The bloom that was coming up into her face was a sight worth seeing.