"
"Isn't that harsh treatment?" asked Quincy, as he looked at the
beautiful blue but sightless eyes that were turned towards him.
"No," said Alice with a laugh, "the pain and the tears are like an April
shower, for both soon pass away."
At this moment Uncle Ike entered the room and Ezekiel's steps were heard
descending the stairs. Uncle Ike said, "We have got it started and
'Zeke's gone down to bring up a good stock of wood. If you have no
objection, Mr. Sawyer, I will sit down here a few minutes. Don't let me
interrupt your conversation."
"I hope you will take a part in it," said Quincy. "You put a lot of new
ideas into my head the first time I came to see you, and perhaps you may
have some more new ones for me to-day. Miss Pettengill was just saying
she would feel miserable if she lost her situation."
"I have no doubt of it," said Uncle Ike. "The Pettengills are not afraid
to work. If a man is obliged to earn his living by the sweat of his
brow, I don't see why woman shouldn't do the same thing."
"But the home is woman's sphere," said Quincy.
"Bosh!" cried Uncle Ike.
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