The hand of Fate had acted somewhat strangely. The Professor and Mandy
Skinner stood side by side, as did 'Zekiel Pettengill and Mrs. Mason.
Lindy Putnam and Huldy by a queer twist of fortune were mated with
Cobb's twins.
But Fate did one good act. By chance Quincy and Alice stood side by
side. She looked up at him and said to her partner, "What is your name,
I cannot see your face?"
"My name is Quincy," said Sawyer in a low voice.
"I am so glad!" said Alice, leaning a little more heavily on his arm.
"So am I," responded Quincy ardently.
After the procession had made several circuits of the great kitchen,
Professor Strout gave a signal, and it broke up, each gentleman being
then at liberty to seek the lady of his own choice.
"What games shall we play fust?" asked Strout, taking the centre of the
room, and looking round upon the company with a countenance full of
smiles and good nature.
"Who is it?" "Who is it?" came from a dozen voices.
"All right," cried Strout; "that's a very easy game to play. Now all you
ladies git in a line and I'll put this one chair right front of yer.
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