"
Hiram asked earnestly, "Well, what was it? Is his sister Alice goin' to
get married?"
Mandy answered, "No, she is sick and she wanted him to come right up to
Boston at once to see her."
Hiram said, "'Zekiel must think a powerful lot of that sister of his'n.
Went right off to Boston without his breakfast."
"I guess it would have to be something nearer than a sister to make you
do that," said Mandy. "I don't know but one thing, Hiram, that would
make you go without your feed."
"What's that, Mandy?" said he. "You?"
"No," replied Mandy, "a famine."
"You ain't no sort of an idea as to what's the matter with her, have
you?" he asked.
"No, I haven't," said Mandy, "and if I had I don't imagine I would tell
you. Now you better run right home, little boy, for I have to go
upstairs and do the chamber work."
She whisked out of the room, and Hiram, helping himself to a couple of
apples, left the house and walked slowly along the road towards
Eastborough Centre.
Suddenly he espied a man coming up the road and soon saw it was Quincy
Adams Sawyer.
"Just the feller I wanted to see," soliliquized Hiram.
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