He will put it in an envelope and seal it up. He will write on the
outside, 'To be delivered only to Miss Putnam, on the written order of
Miss Alice Pettengill,' and it will repose quietly in his big safe until
Miss Putnam is found."
"That will do splendidly!" said Alice, with animation. "What magicians
you lawyers are! You discover a way out of every difficulty."
"Wait until you get one of those lawyers working against you," remarked
Uncle Ike, "then you'll change your mind. Well, I s'pose now this
matter's settled, I can go upstairs and have my morning smoke."
"And I've got to go to the store," said Ezekiel to Uncle Ike, "and get
some corn, or those chickens of your'n will swaller the hen coop." And
both men left the room together.
"If you can give me a little of your time, Miss Pettengill," said
Quincy, "I have some news for you that I think will please you very
much."
"About my stories?" cried Alice.
"Yes," replied Quincy. "Just before I went to Boston last Saturday I got
a letter from Leopold, asking me to call on him as soon as convenient. I
found him at home Sunday evening, and this is what he said.
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