my name on it, when I go over to
the village, to-morrow."

"And then you'll put on your other suit in the morning," said Mrs.
Kinzer, "You must keep this for Sundays and great occasions."

When the morning came, Dabney Kinzer was a more than usually early
riser, for he felt that he had waked up to a very important day.

"Dabney," exclaimed his mother, when he came in to breakfast, "did I
not tell you to put on your other suit?"

"So I have, mother," replied Dab; "this is my other suit."

"That!" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer.

"So it is!" cried Keziah.

"So it isn't," added Samantha. "Mother, that's not what he had on
yesterday."

"He's been trading again," mildly suggested Pamela.

"Dabney," said Mrs. Kinzer, "what does this mean?"

"Mean!" replied Dabney, "Why, these are the clothes you told me to
buy. The lot I wore yesterday were a present from Ham Morris. He's a
splendid fellow. I'm glad he got the best of the girls."

That was a bad thing for Dabney to say, just then, for it was resented
vigorously by the remaining three. As soon as quiet was restored,
however, Mrs, Kinzer remarked:

"I think Hamilton should have consulted me about it; but it's too late
now. Anyhow, you may go and put on your other clothes."

"My wedding suit?" asked Dab.

"No, indeed! I mean your old ones; those you took off night before
last."

"Dunno where they are," slowly responded Dab.

"Don't know where they are?" repeated a chorus of four voices.

"No," said Dab. "Bill Lee's black boy had 'em on all yesterday
afternoon, and I reckon he's gone a-fishing again to-day. They fit him
a good sight better'n they ever did me."

If Dabney had expected a storm to come from his mother's end of the
table, he was pleasantly mistaken, and his sisters had it all to
themselves for a moment. Then, with an admiring glance at her son, the
thoughtful matron remarked:

"Just like his father, for all the world. It's no use, girls. Dabney's
a growing boy in more ways than one. Dabney, I shall want you to go
over to the Morris house with me after breakfast. Then you may hitch
up the ponies, and we'll do some errands around the village."

[Illustration: DAB GIVES DICK HIS OLD CLOTHES.]

Dab Kinzer's sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment,
and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her
breakfast.

Pamela, as being nearest to Dab in age and sympathy, gave a very
admiring look at her brother's second "good fit,"