Digital primer

They never
used tears either for offence or defence.
A surprise was in store for Quincy. Lindy rose from her chair and came
towards him, her eyes red with weeping.
"Why do you hate me so, Mr. Sawyer?" she asked. "Why will you not be a
friend to me, when I need one so much? What first turned you against
me?"
Quincy replied, "I will tell you, Miss Putnam. They told me you were
ashamed of your father and mother because they were old-fashioned
country people and did not dress as well or talk as good English as you
did."
"Who told you so?" asked Lindy.
"It was common talk in the village," he replied.
"I should think you had suffered enough from village gossip, Mr. Sawyer,
not to believe that all that is said is true."
Quincy winced and colored. It was a keen thrust and went home.
"Where there is so much smoke there must be some fire," he answered,
rather lamely, as he thought, even to himself.
"Mr. Sawyer, when I asked you to tell me a little secret you had in your
possession, you refused. I wanted a friend, but I also wanted a proven
friend.


Pages:
256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280