Where is that letter that she wanted you to
destroy?" he asked.
"Here it is," said Alice, and she took it from the bosom of her dress.
"Well," said Uncle Ike, "if I were in your place I'd open that letter,
read it, and if it was likely to be of any value to Miss Putnam in
finding her parents or relatives, I'd hunt her up and give it to her.
Mrs. Putnam owned up that she lied about it, and the whole thing, any
way, may be a bluff. Perhaps it's only blank paper, after all."
"No," said Alice, "I could never open it or read it. I laid awake all
night, thinking about my promise, and I finally made up my mind that I
would go to see Lindy this morning, and let her read it; but now she has
gone away, and we do not know where to find her. What shall I do with
this dreadful thing?" she cried, as she held the letter up in her hand.
Quincy felt called upon to speak.
"Miss Pettengill," said he, "I think I could find Miss Putnam for you."
A slight flush arose to Alice's cheek which did not escape Quincy's
notice. He continued, "When I went to Boston, last Saturday, I happened
to meet her on the train.
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