But no! He was
not a regular boarder now, only an occasional visitor.
The door was opened by young Mrs. Maxwell, and her usually rosy cheeks
were ruddier than ever when she saw who the caller was.
"Is Miss Pettengill in?" Quincy politely inquired.
"She's in the parlor, sir; won't you walk in?" And she threw open the
door of the room in which Alice sat by the fire.
"Do I disturb your dreams, Miss Pettengill?" asked Quincy, as he reached
her side.
"I'm so glad you have come, Mr. Sawyer," said Alice, extending her hand.
"I never was so lonesome in my life as I have been this morning. The
house seems deserted. Uncle Ike ate too many good things yesterday, and
says he is enjoying an attack of indigestion to-day. I had Swiss in here
to keep me company, but he wouldn't stay and Mandy had to let him out."
"He came up to Mrs. Hawkins's," said Quincy, as he took his accustomed
seat opposite Alice. "He walked down with me, but when he saw me safe on
the front doorstep he disappeared around the corner."
"I didn't tell him to go after you," said Alice, laughing; "but I am
very glad that you have come.
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