CHAPTER XXXII.
OLD FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS OF HIS COME TO VISIT DABNEY.
"Boys," remarked Dab Kinzer, when they gathered in their own room after supper, "I can't say we've learned a great deal this first week; but we've found a tiptop fishing-ground, and we've settled the Hart boys." "Shouldn't wonder if Mrs.Myers feels a good deal more settled than she did too," said Ford.

"But I'm thinking what Frank Harley's going to do with his fingers, when we can give him a chance.

We've loads of fun ahead, or I'm mistaken." "I won't try it on very often," said Frank.

"Fun's fun, that's a fact; but I came here to learn something." "My dear young friend," said Ford, with a sudden imitation of Mr.
Fallow, "think of how much you've learned in seven days.

Dab's beginning to know so much, he can't talk." "I'm not just comfortable about Dick," said Dabney.
"Oh! he'll come out all right: the corn's mostly shelled, and the woodpile can't last forever.