He bought the wagons in Sudbury Street. They had red bodies
and yellow wheels, and the words, "Strout & Maxwell, Mason's Corner,
Mass.," were to be placed on them in gold letters.
These tasks completed, Quincy walked up Tremont Row by Scollay's
Building. Crossing Pemberton Square, he continued up Tremont Street
until he came to the building in which was the law office of Curtis
Carter, one of his law school chums.
"Hello, Curt!" said he, as he entered the somewhat dingy office.
"Well, 'pon honor, Quincy," cried Curtis, "the sight of you is good for
sore eyes, and I've got such a beastly cold that I can't see with one
eye and can't read with the other."
"Well," said Quincy, "I came in here intending to consult you
professionally, but I don't think a blind lawyer will answer my
purpose."
"Oh, I shall be all right in a few minutes," replied Curtis. "I dropped
into Young's as I came up and took an eye-opener. What's the matter, old
fellow, breach of promise?"
Quincy took a seat near Curtis's desk.
"No," said he, "it's a case of animosity carried beyond the grave.
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