Holding up one of them between his fingers, he
said, "This is the one I didn't take when I came in."
"I will have the partnership papers drawn up in a few days, Mr. Strout,
ready for signature, and I will write at once to my friends in
Washington, and urge them to see the Postmaster General, and have your
appointment made as soon as possible."
"Yer don't let no grass grow under yer feet, do yer?" said Strout.
Quincy was a little taken aback by this remark, for he had not
anticipated a compliment from the Professor. He turned to him and said,
"Until you forfeit my esteem, we are friends, and it is always a
pleasure to me to help my friends."
The men shook hands again, and the Professor left the room.
"Not a bad man at heart," soliloquized Quincy. "I am glad the affair has
had such a pleasant termination. Poor Alice! What a time she must have
had with Mrs. Putnam, and so Lindy is going to keep her word, and not
stay to the funeral. Well, knowing what I do, I don't blame her. Perhaps
Mrs. Putnam told Alice that Lindy was not her own child, for Alice would
not accept the fortune, I know, if she thought she was wronging Lindy by
doing so.
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