"Here they are," said Quincy, and he separated them from the rest of the
bills and placed them in her hands.
"Oh! thank you," said she. She counted out four of the bills and passed
them to Quincy. "That settles my money debt to you, does it not?" she
inquired; "but nothing can pay the debt of gratitude that I owe you for
your many acts of kindness to me, Mr. Sawyer."
"I am fully repaid by that very kind speech of yours," replied Quincy.
"But what was the important matter you wished to see me about? I don't
think it was the money."
"It was not," said Alice. "I have little use for money just at present.
I never had so much before at once in all my life. I shall have to learn
to be an heiress."
"It's a lesson that is very easily learned," replied Quincy.
"What I wish to speak about," continued Alice, musingly, "is Mrs.
Putnam's house. I could never live in it. I could never go into that
room again;" and she shuddered.
"You can sell it," interposed Quincy.
"No," said Alice earnestly, "I am going to give it away. Father just
made a living here, and Ezekiel can do no better, but with the Putnam
farm, properly stocked, he can in time become a rich man, for he is a
good farmer, and he loves his work.
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