As Quincy handed Rosa from the carriage, his observant eye noticed that
the hand placed in his was small and well-gloved, while the equally
small feet were encased in a pair of dainty boots. "She is true to her
French origin," he soliloquized, as they entered the
station,--"well-booted, well-gloved. I am glad she is a lady."
The train was soon on its way to Eastborough. It was an accommodation,
and Quincy had plenty of time to point out the objects of interest on
the way. Rosa was not a lover of the country. She acknowledged this to
Quincy, saying that she was born and educated in the country, but that
she preferred paved streets and brick sidewalks to green lanes and dusty
roads.
Alice had not waited for Quincy's return to broach the matter of the
gift of the Putnam house to Ezekiel and Huldy. She had simply asked
Quincy, so as to assure herself that there was no legal objection or
reason why she should not make the transfer.
After breakfast the next morning she told her uncle that she wished to
have a talk with him in the parlor, and when they were alone together,
she stated her intentions to him, as she had to Quincy.
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