"
"Well," said young Hill, "I can tell you what he said the other night in
the grocery store. There was a crowd of his friends there, and he
remarked that you," turning to Quincy, "might own Hill's grocery store,
but that wasn't the whole earth. He said that he had no doubt that he
would be elected unanimously as tax collector, and he was sure of his
appointment as postmaster, and if he got it he should start another
grocery store on his own hook and make it lively for you."
"Well," said Quincy with a laugh, "competition is the life of trade, and
I sha'n't object if he does go into the business; but if he does, I will
guarantee to undersell him on every article, and I will put on a couple
of teams and hire a couple of men, and we'll scour Eastborough and
Mason's Corner and Montrose for orders in the morning, and then we'll
deliver all the goods by team in the afternoon in regular Boston style.
I never knew just exactly what I was cut out for. I know I don't like
studying law, and it may be, after all, that it's my destiny to become a
grocery-man."
Quincy took Ezekiel by the arm, led him to the window, and whispered
something to him.
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