Ah! but this one forget-me-not was more to him than all the
world beside.
The greetings were soon over, and Quincy was assured by both young
ladies that they were happy and contented, and that every requisite for
their comfort had been supplied by Mrs. Gibson.
The reading then began. Rosa possessed a full, flexible, dramatic voice,
and the strong passages were delivered with great fervor, while the sad
or sentimental ones were tinged with a tone of deep pathos.
At the conclusion Alice said, "I wish Miss Very could read my book to
the publishers."
"You forget," remarked Leopold, with a laugh, "that reading it to me
will probably amount to the same thing."
A merry party gathered about Mrs. Gibson's table at dinner, after which
they went for a drive through the streets of the quaint old town. Quincy
had, as the phrenologists say, a great bump for locality. Besides, he
had studied a map of the town while coming down, and, as he remarked,
they couldn't get lost for any great length of time, as Nantucket was an
island, and the water supplied a natural boundary to prevent their
getting too far out of their way.
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