Sawyer?"
"Yes," said Quincy, "unless I am requested to keep it a secret."
"But you wouldn't keep it from me, their own daughter," said Lindy.
"Well," he replied, "I don't think it at all likely that they will
inform me; but I promise to tell you if I learn who it is and am not
bound in any way to keep the information secret."
"And will you tell me just as soon as you know?" persisted Lindy.
"In less than twenty-four hours from the time I learn the name you
shall hear it from my own lips," he replied.
"Thank you," said Lindy. "Would you like to see father and mother?
Father has been quite sick for a few days and they are in their own
room. I will go up and tell them you are coming."
Quincy was left in the room. That gossip about Miss Putnam could not be
true. Gossip said she was ashamed of her father and mother, and yet she
had invited him to go up and see them. What a pretty girl she was, well
educated and with a hundred thousand dollars; such a beautiful singer
and their voices blended so nicely together. How pleased his mother and
sisters would be if he should bring home a wife like her.
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