"
The Hon. Nathaniel was nettled by this and said sternly, "I do not like
that sort of pleasantry, Quincy."
"Neither do I," said Quincy coolly, "and I hope there will be no further
occasion for it."
"How long do you intend to remain in Eastborough?" asked his father.
"I don't know," replied Quincy. "I can't come home while Uncle Jim is
sick, of course. I will ask him if he would like to see you, and if he
says yes, I will telegraph you. Well, good-by. I was up to the house and
saw mother and the girls. I am going up to the club to see if I can meet
some of the boys and have some dinner, and I shall go down on the 6.05
express."
Quincy lighted a cigar, shook hands rather stiffly with his father and
left the office.
When Quincy reached the Pettengill house it was a little after eight
o'clock. Hiram came out to help him put up the horse. "Anybody up?"
asked Quincy.
"Only Mandy and me," said Hiram. "Uncle Ike is up in his attic, and
'Zeke is up talkin' to his sister, and Mandy and me has been talkin' to
each other; and, say, Mr. Sawyer, did you meet Lindy Putnam up in Boston
to-day?"
"No," said Quincy between his shut teeth.
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