Don't forget the book," he cried, as Quincy left the
room.
Quincy took his dinner at Parker's, caught the five minutes past six
express, and reached Eastborough Centre at half-past seven. Abbott Smith
drove him home to the Pettengill house.
The next day was Friday. Everybody at Mason's Corner, with quite a
number from Eastborough and Montrose, came to Mrs. Putnam's funeral. The
little Square in front of the church, as well as the shed, was filled
with teams. While waiting for the arrival of the body, quite a number of
the male residents of Mason's Corner were gathered upon the steps of the
church.
Strout spied Abner Stiles and approached him. "Bob Wood has jest told
me," said the Professor, "that he has decided not to leave his present
place, so I've concluded on second thoughts to give yer that job at the
grocery store."
Abner's eyes twinkled.
"I've had my second thoughts, too," said he, "I've hired out to Deacon
Mason for life, and if I jine the church he says I can work for him in
the next world. So I kinder guess I shall have to decline yer kind
invitation to lift boxes and roll barrels.
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