CHAPTER XXX.
DABNEY KINZER TRIES FRESH-WATER FISHING FOR THE FIRST TIME.
Conversation did not flourish at the supper-table that Friday evening.
There was a puzzled look on the faces of Mrs.Myers and her daughter, and their three boarders seemed to be running a kind of race with each other as to which of them should make out to be the most carefully polite.

As for poor Dick Lee, out there in the kitchen, the nearest he came to breaking the silence was in a sort of smothered groan, and a half-uttered determination to "git up good and early, an' dig dem fellers de bes' worms dey is in de gardin." There was talk enough in the room up stairs in the course of the evening; but the door was closed, and there was no chance for any one in the passage outside, no matter how silently he or she might go by, to hear a distinct word of it.
"You see, boys," said Ford Foster, at the end of some extended remarks, "I'm not at all mean or exacting.

My father only pays Mrs.Myers three dollars a week, and all she agreed to give was board.

I can't expect her to be any kind of an aunt, too, and let me go a-fishing.

I'll take it all off her hands, and let myself go." "It's hard on Dick, though," said Dab, "and she's kind o' got the right of it." "I s'pose she has.