I'll go home,"--he smiled as he said this,--"and probably
Alice will tell me all about it."
He went down stairs, and not seeing Mrs. Hawkins in the dining-room,
walked out into the kitchen, where she was hard at work washing the
dinner dishes.
"Law, Mr. Sawyer, why didn't you holler for me ef you wanted anything?"
"I don't wish for anything particularly," said Quincy, "but I do wish to
compliment you on your chicken salad; it was as fine as any I ever ate
at Young's, or Parker's, in Boston, and," continued he, "here are twelve
dollars." He held out the money to her, she wiped her hands on her
apron.
"What's that fur?" she asked. "I've got six dollars of your money now."
"That's for Mandy," said Quincy; "and this," pressing the money into her
hand, "is for four weeks' room rent; I am liable to come here any time
during the next month. I am going into business with Mr. Strout and Mr.
Maxwell--we're going to run the grocery store over here, and it will be
very handy to be so near to the store until we get the business
established. Good afternoon, Mrs.
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