In a few minutes Lindy joined him. He had never seen her
looking better. She had on a handsome gown that he had never seen
before. Quincy opened the conversation.
"Did you enjoy your trip to Boston yesterday, Miss Putnam?"
"Oh, yes," replied Lindy, "I must tell you all about it."
"There is no need to, Miss Putnam, I am acquainted with the most
important events of your trip already."
"Why, how?" asked Lindy. "Oh, I see," said she, "you had a letter from
your father."
"No," said Quincy. "I had the pleasure of a conversation with my father
yesterday afternoon in Boston."
"Is that so?" exclaimed Lindy.
"Yes," said Quincy, "but I might have learned all the principal facts
without leaving Mason's Corner. In fact, I did learn them in a somewhat
distorted shape late last evening."
Lindy colored until her forehead was as red as her cheeks.
"I do not understand you, Mr. Sawyer," she remarked.
"It is easily explained," said Quincy. "Mr. Stiles forgot to mention
that it was my father who was your escort and not myself. Of course he
would offer the similarity in names as his excuse.
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