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Quincy accepted the cigar, and Strout, without offering one to Hiram, was returning the box to the drawer when Hiram, by a quick movement, gained possession of it, and taking out half-a-dozen put them in his pocket. "That'll even matters up a little, I guess," he said. Mr. Strout scowled, but catching Quincy's eye, said nothing. "Would you like to look over the books? I'll have them brought in."
"He's too much like his father." "How do you know where his father has gone?" snapped Mr. Strout, who did not believe, evidently, that good works were a sure passport to future bliss. Quincy's vacation after his first year at Andover was passed at Fernborough. He was warmly welcomed and congratulated upon the great fortune that had fallen to him. "He's got a big head, sure enough," said Mr.
Jes' to fool him, I said I bit 'em out, an' do you know, that old fool never teched another bit o' cake while he stopped here." Mr. Jonas Hawkins took him out to see the hens and chickens, and told him that he "kalkilated that mos' on 'em eggs that was bein' sot on would hatch out." Quincy's great delight was going with Hiram in the grocery wagon.
Alice's was told first, and was followed by young Quincy's recital of his life at Fernborough, his four years at Harvard, and the story of the returned bill of exchange leading him to Europe, and his search for his mother in Vienna which ended with such happiness for all.
Quincy was in such a condition when Lawyer Edward Everett Colbert made his first visit, that if he had been asked the name of the principal beneficiary he would probably have told the lawyer to let it go to the Devil. The second time that Mr. Colbert called, Quincy's physical will had resumed control and he had no need of any other.
Here is a letter your father wrote to your grandfather nearly thirty years ago, and is dated from Mason's Corner. Take it, and the bill of exchange with you. I hope you can solve the mystery, and let's pray it will turn out to mean that you are Quincy Adams Sawyer, Junior; but, my boy," and Harry put his hand on Quincy's shoulder, "do not build too many air castles on it.
"Who can she be?" thought Alice as they followed Mrs. Crowley to the front door. "Hello, Alice," cried Maude. "I've brought him back with me." Quincy told Ambrose, Mandy's boy-of-all-work, to drive the team to the Hawkins' House and tell Mrs. Hawkins that he wished a room that night for his sister. Ambrose's hand clutched the half-dollar tightly as he repeated the message to Quincy's satisfaction.
Curtis Carter, one of Quincy's old friends, and he's doing splendidly Mr. Carter told me. "I am heartbroken about Quincy. I trust Alice's hopes may be realized and most of the time I share them. "How's that nephew of mine? Send him over and we'll bring him up a Yankee boy. He's no Englishman. "We are all well, and everybody sends love to everybody. "P. S. Father didn't lose anything on the check.
Nearly nine years had passed since young Quincy's birth, and Alice was still at Fernborough Hall. She could not leave it now, for Aunt Ella was again a widow. Her mind was troubled about her boy. He had recurrent attacks of throat trouble, and was not strong as she wished him to be. "It's the damp, foggy weather," said Aunt Ella.
I guess a butter jar's the only thing I got that's big enough to hold them." Mrs. Lenox sat down, wondering if time and life could ever transform the smooth beauty of Lena's features to this semblance of failure which they so closely resembled. Mrs. Quincy's face was like a grain field over which the storms had swept, changing what was its glory to a horror.
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