"I can get the afternoon train, I think," said he. "I will see Leopold,
and then run up and make Aunt Ella a call. She knows the New England
coast from Eastport to Newport. Did she speak to you at the wedding?"
"Some lady with a very pleasant voice asked me if I were Miss
Pettengill, while we were in the church," replied Alice. "I said yes,
and then she told me that her name was Chessman, adding the information
that she was your aunt, and that you could tell me all about her."
"I shall be happy to," said Quincy; "but I can assure you it would be
much more enjoyable for you to hear it from herself. I hope you will
have that pleasure some day." And again adopting a bantering tone, "I
trust, fair lady, I shall not return this time from a bootless errand."
Alice listened again, as she had often done, until she heard the sound
of departing wheels, and then she fell to wondering whether her future
paths in life would continue to be marked out by this Sir Knight, who
was ever at her beck and call, and whether it was her destiny to always
tread the paths that he laid out for her.
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