I won't tell you how to deliver it; you will probably find
some way before you come back."
Quincy protested that he could not undertake to deliver it, but his aunt
only laughed, kissed him, bade him good-by, and told him to be sure and
come down to Maine to see her.
Quincy and Leopold took the Saturday afternoon boat and arrived, as
usual, about seven o'clock. They both repaired to the hotel previously
patronized by Quincy, having decided to defer their call upon the young
ladies until Sunday morning. It was a bright, beautiful day, not a cloud
was to be seen in the broad, blue expanse above them. A cool breeze was
blowing steadily from the southwest, and as the young men walked down
Centre Street towards the Cliff, Leopold remarked that he did not wonder
that the Nantucketers loved their "tight little isle" and were sorry to
leave it. "One seems to be nearer Heaven here than he does in a crowded
city, don't he, Quincy?" Quincy thought to himself that his Heaven was
in Nantucket, and that he was very near to it, but he did not choose to
utter these feelings to his friend, so he merely remarked that the sky
did seem much nearer.
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