Then she druv 'em down to the deepo in
her carriage."
"I wish I could see them with all their fine things on," said Betsy,
again.
"Well, you shall, Betsy," said good-hearted Mrs. Hawkins. "I'll make
Jonas help me wash the dishes Sunday mornin', and you shall go to
church."
Betsy's face was wreathed in smiles.
"You're so good to me, Mrs. Hawkins," she cried.
"Well," answered Mrs. Hawkins, "you've worked like a Trojan the last
week, and you deserve it. I guess if I go up in the attic I can git a
good look at them as they're walking home from church."
In her excitement the old lady dropped a cup and saucer on the floor,
and both mistress and maid went down on their hands and knees to pick up
the pieces.
CHAPTER XXXV.
"THE BIRD OF LOVE."
The carriage containing Quincy and Rosa was driven at a rapid rate
toward the station. There was no time to lose, as some had already been
lost in the altercation with Mrs. Colby. They had proceeded but a short
distance, when Rosa took out a pocketbook, and, lifting her veil, turned
her face to Quincy.
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