"Maude's the best one in the family, next to yourself," snapped Aunt
Ella.
"They will bring up Uncle Jim," continued Quincy.
"Nonsense!" replied Aunt Ella. "Uncle Jim was a fool; any man is a fool
who thinks he can win the battle of life by making a sot of himself.
Bring this girl to me, Quincy. She must be a genius, if she can write as
you say she can. Let me care for her and love her and make life pleasant
and beautiful for her until you get ready to do it yourself."
"I will, some day, Aunt Ella. You are the best friend I have in the
world, and when I have the right to bring Alice to you, I will lose no
time in doing so. Thank you for your kind words about her. I shall never
forget them, and she shall hear them some day. But I must go now."
They both arose, "Promise that you will come and see me every time you
are in Boston, Quincy; if you don't, I shall come down to Eastborough to
see you."
She gave him another kiss at parting.
As he left the house he deliberated for a moment as to where he should
go next. It was half-past four. He decided to go to Leopold's lodgings
in Chestnut Street.
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