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Quincy comprehended the situation in a moment. "I like to write, Miss
Pettengill," said he, "and time hangs heavily upon my hands. We are
likely to have a long spell of winter weather, during which I shall be
confined to the house as well as yourself. Take pity on me and give my
idle hands something to do."
"Oh, it would be too much to ask," said Alice.
"But you have not asked," answered Quincy. "I have offered you my
services without your asking."
"But when could we begin?" asked Alice, hesitatingly.
"At once," replied Quincy. "I brought with me from Boston a half ream of
legal paper and a dozen good pencils. I can write faster and much better
with a pencil than I can with a pen, and as all legal papers have to be
copied, I have got into the habit of using pencils for everything."
It took Quincy but a few minutes to go to his room and secure his paper
and pencils. He drew a table close to Alice's chair and sat down beside
her.
"What is the name of the story?" asked he.
Alice replied, "I have called it in my mind, 'How He Lost Both Name and
Fortune.


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