Both ladies listened intently; but one person, evidently,
was coming upstairs. Alice thought it must be Mr. Sawyer, while Rosa
said to herself, "I think it must be Mr. Ernst."
A light knock, the door was opened and Quincy entered.
Rosa looked up inquiringly.
"Mr. Ernst," said Quincy, "wished me to present his regrets at not being
able to accompany me. The fact is he will be very busy this coming week.
He is going to try to close up his work, so that he can come down next
Saturday. He intends to take a month's vacation. I shall come with him,
and we will endeavor to have a fitting celebration of the completion of
your book, Miss Pettengill. You young ladies look very cool and
comfortable this hot day."
They were both dressed in white, Alice with a sash of blue, while Rosa
wore one of pink.
"Then we shall have no reading till next Sunday," remarked Rosa.
"Yes," said Quincy, seating himself in one of the willow rockers; "we
have decided upon the following programme, if it meets with Miss
Pettengill's approval. I am to listen to the remainder of the book
to-day.
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