Hiram was on hand to put up
the horses, and told Quincy in a whisper that some of the boys thought
it was mighty mean not to invite the Pettengill folks and their boarder.
The sharp air had whetted the appetites of the travellers during their
six-mile ride, and they did full justice to the nicely-cooked food that
the Deacon's wife placed before them. Supper was over at quarter before
seven, and in half an hour the dishes were washed and put away and the
quartette of young folks adjourned to the parlor.
Quincy took his seat at the piano and began playing a popular air.
"Oh, let us sing something," cried Huldy. "You know I have been taking
lessons from Professor Strout, and he says I have improved greatly. If
he says it you know it must be so; and, did you know Alice, that 'Zekiel
has a fine baritone voice?"
"We used to sing a good deal together," said Alice, "but I was no judge
of voices then."
"Well, 'Zeke don't know a note of music," continued Huldy, "but he has a
quick ear and he seems to know naturally just how to use his voice."
"Oh, nonsense," said 'Zekiel, "I don't know how to sing, I only hum a
little.
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