But Quincy was destined to be still more astonished. Alice played a
short prelude that seemed familiar to him, and then her voice rang out
the words of that beautiful duet that Quincy had sung with Lindy Putnam
at the singing-master's concert. Yes, it was Jewell's "Over the Bridge."
This was too much for Quincy. He went quietly down the stairs and looked
in at the parlor door, which was wide open. Alice was seated at the
piano, and again the sun, in its westward downward course, shone in at
the window, and lighted up her crown of golden hair. This time she had
reversed the colors which she evidently knew became her so well, and
wore a dress of light pink, while a light blue knitted shawl, similar to
its pink companion, lay upon the chair beside her.
When she reached the duet Quincy did not attempt to control himself any
further, but joined in with her, and they sang the piece together to the
end.
Alice turned upon the piano stool, faced the door and clapped her hands.
"That was capital, Mr. Sawyer. I didn't know that you sang so well. In
fact, I didn't know that you sang at all.
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