My household cash would have to
balance to a cent, and at the end of the year he would insist on
housekeeping showing a profit."
Alice regained her composure and Quincy continued his reading:
"What do you think! Rita Sanguily has left, and they say she is going to
marry a Dr. Culver, who lives up on Beacon Hill somewhere."
Quincy started a little as he read this, but made no comment.
"I was out to see Stella Dwight the other day, and she showed me a
picture of you. Can you spare one to your old friend,
BESSIE WHITE.
"P.S.--I don't expect an answer, but I shall expect the picture. I
shall write you whenever I get any news, and send you a dozen kisses and
two big hugs. B.W."
"She is more liberal than Miss Farnum," remarked Quincy. "She is not
afraid that I will commit robbery."
"No," rejoined Alice, "but I cannot share with you. Bessie White is the
dearest friend I have in the world."
"Miss White is fortunate," said Quincy, "but who is Rita Sanguily, if I
am not presuming in asking the question?"
"She is a Portuguese girl," answered Alice, "with black eyes and
beautiful black hair.
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