"I think I took the wrong turn," said Quincy. "I thought I came up that
way."
"No," said Sam; "that's the back way."
"Thank you," said Quincy, as he ran lightly downstairs. At the foot he
met Mr. Waters.
"Well, is he any relative of yours?" asked Waters.
"I don't know yet," replied Quincy; "he has given me some facts, and I
am going to write to Boston, and when I hear from there I will be able
to answer your question. I will come around in a few days, as soon as I
hear from the city."
Quincy jumped into his team and drove to Eastborough Centre post office
to see if there were any letters for him.
When he reached the post office he found a letter from his father,
informing him his mother and sisters were going to New York for a two
weeks' visit and would very much like to see him if he would run up the
next day.
Quincy's mind was made up instantly. He drove to the hotel, left the
team, with instructions to have it ready for him when he came down on
the express that reached Eastborough Centre at 7.15 P.M., ran for the
station and caught on to the back platform of the last car as it sped on
its way to Boston.
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