Suddenly he heard a sweet voice say, "I am here." And then a low laugh
reached his ear.
Turning, he saw Alice standing in the middle of the room, while Mandy's
retreating figure showed who had been her escort. Her brother Ezekiel
had rigged a bell wire from her room to the kitchen, so that she could
call Mandy when she needed her assistance.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Pettengill," said Quincy, advancing towards
her. "The song has always been a favorite of mine, but I never thought
of its personal application until I reached the closing words. I trust
you do not think I was so presuming as to--"
Alice smiled and said, "The song is also a favorite one of mine, Mr.
Sawyer, and you sang it beautifully. No apologies are needed, for the
fact is I was just saying to myself, 'Mr. Sawyer, where are you?' for
'Zekiel told me that he was going to speak to you and ask you to help me
drive away those lonesome feelings that always come to me on a day like
this. I cannot see the storm, but I can hear it and feel it."
As Quincy advanced towards her he saw she held several sheets of paper
in her hand.
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