You know I am your mother confessor."
Quincy complied, and in his quiet, concise way gave her a full account
of his doings in Eastborough, omitting nothing, concealing nothing. If
anything, he gave fuller details of his acquaintance with Huldy, Lindy,
and Alice than he did of the other portions of his story. He could not
forbear to give at full length the account of his final settlement with
the Professor.
Aunt Ella laughed heartily at some parts of the recital, and looked
sorrowful and sympathetic when she listened to other portions. She
rolled and smoked half a dozen cigarettes during its continuance, and
when she saw that Quincy had finished his cigar she placed the remainder
of the box before him.
When he closed she said, "Quincy, you're a brick. I haven't enjoyed
myself so much for years. I do so love anything that isn't commonplace,
and your experience is both novel and interesting. What a dear old man
Deacon Mason is, and Ezekiel Pettengill is a fine young fellow, honest
and square. That Hiram and Mandy must be a team. Are they going to get
married?"
"I think so," said Quincy.
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