"
"'Bias Smith?" asked Quincy.
"His name is Tobias," said Ezekiel, "but everybody calls him 'Bias."
"I have heard of him," said Quincy. "You just mention my name to him,
Mr. Pettengill, and say I am coming over some day with Mr. Stackpole to
see him."
'Zekiel smiled. "Going to take a hand yourself?" asked he.
"Yes," said Quincy, "the other fellow has been playing tricks with the
pack so long that I think I shall throw down a card or two myself, and I
may trump his next lead."
"By the way," said 'Zekiel, "while you were away Uncle Ike had our piano
tuned and fixed up. It hasn't been played since Alice went to Boston
five years ago. But the tuner who came from Boston said it was just as
good as ever. So if you hear any noise underneath you this afternoon you
will know what it means."
"Music never troubles me," said Quincy, "I play and sing myself."
"Well, I hope you and Alice will have a good time with the piano,"
remarked 'Zekiel as he left the room.
Quincy went back to his room and wrote a letter to a friend in Boston,
asking him to get a certified copy of the war record of Obadiah Strout,
Corporal --th Mass.
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