Sawyer was going away.
Quincy started to leave the house by the front door; in the hallway he
met Huldy, who had just come down stairs. He had asked her to go to ride
with him that day, and as he looked at her pretty face he vowed to
himself that he would not be deprived of that pleasure. It could do no
harm, for it would be their last ride together and probably their last
meeting.
He said, "Good morning, Miss Mason," and then added with that tone which
the society belle considers a matter of course, but which is so pleasing
to the village maiden, "You look charming this morning, Miss Mason. I
don't think our ride to-day could make your cheeks any redder than they
are now." Huldy blushed, making her cheeks a still deeper crimson. "I
will be here at one o'clock with the team," said Quincy. "Will you be
ready?"
"Yes," answered Huldy softly.
Quincy raised his hat, and a moment later he was on his way to
Eastborough Centre.
He walked briskly and thought he would stop at Uncle Ike's and carry out
the resolution he had made the night before, but as he turned up the
path that led to the house he saw a man standing on the steps talking to
Uncle Ike, who stood in the doorway.
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