On the wall
hung an oil portrait of her, evidently painted within a short time. He
sat looking at it as Lindy opened the door.
Before he could remove his eyes from the picture, Lindy had noticed his
fixed gaze at it and smiled brightly.
"Mother would be delighted to see you."
Lindy rang a small bell that was on a table. In a moment Samanthy
entered the room.
"Samantha, please show Mr. Sawyer to mother's room. Will you excuse me,
Mr. Sawyer, if I am not here to say good-by to you after you have seen
mother? I am going to the city this morning and there--" looking out of
the window--"here comes Abner Stiles; he is going to drive me over to
Eastborough. Did you ever meet Mr. Stiles, Mr. Sawyer?"
"I may have seen him," replied Quincy.
"Seeing him is nothing," said Lindy. "He must be heard to be
appreciated. He is a most engaging talker; he has caught the biggest
fish and killed the biggest bears--"
"And told the biggest lies," broke in Quincy,--
"Of any man in town," Lindy concluded.
"I think there is one man in town who can tell bigger ones," Quincy
said gravely; "he has been telling a good many lately.
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