Sawyer," remarked Alice, "and,
like yourself, I have always placed the greatest confidence in him.
Huldy told me this morning, Mr. Sawyer, that I would miss you very much,
and I know I shall."
"But you will have Miss Very with you constantly," said Quincy.
"Oh! she does not like the country," continued Alice, "and she will get
homesick in a little while."
"One's likes and one's duties often conflict," said Rosa; and a grave
look settled upon her face. "But how can you write your book down here,
Miss Pettengill? You will have to consult hundreds of books, if you
intend to write an historical novel, as Mr. Sawyer told me you did. You
ought to have access to the big libraries in Boston, and, besides, in
the second-hand bookstores you can buy such treasures for a mere song,
if you will only spend the time to hunt for them."
"That reminds me," broke in Quincy, "that my aunt, Mrs. Chessman,--she
is my mother's only sister, who lives on Mt. Vernon Street,--wished me
to extend a cordial invitation to you two young ladies to visit her,
while I am getting your summer home ready for you.
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