"Come in," called out Quincy.
"Ah!" said Uncle Ike as he entered, "I am glad to see you have a good
fire. The snow has blown down into Alice's room and her fire is out.
Will you let her step in here for a few moments, Mr. Sawyer, until 'Zeke
and I get the room warm again?"
"Why, certainly," replied Quincy. "I am only too happy--"
But Uncle Ike was off, and returned in a few moments leading Alice.
Quincy placed a chair for her before the fire. This cold wintry day she
wore a morning dress of a shade of red which, despite its bright color,
seemed to harmonize with the golden hair and to take the place of the
sun, which was not there to light it up.
"If Miss Pettengill prefers," said Quincy, "I can make myself
comfortable in the dining-room, and she can have my room to herself."
He had started this speech to Uncle Ike, who left the room abruptly in
the middle of it, and Quincy's closing words fell on Alice's ears alone.
"Why, certainly not," said Alice; "sit down, Mr. Sawyer, and we will
talk about something. Don't you think it is terrible?" As Quincy was
contemplating his fair visitor, he could hardly be expected to say "yes"
to her question.
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