Upon her head was a wide-brimmed straw
hat, decked with ribbons and flowers, which intensified the darkness of
her hair and eyes."
"Don't forget her name--Celeste Archimbault," came into Quincy's mind,
but he said, "Nonsense," to himself, and dismissed the thought.
"All ready for a walk on the Cliff?" asked Leopold, as he raised his hat
and extended his hand to Rosa. She shook hands with him and then with
Quincy. She opened the little gate, placed her hand on Leopold's arm and
they walked on up the Cliff Road.
As Quincy entered the little parlor, Alice sprang toward him with a cry
of joy. He caught her in his arms, and this time one kiss did not
suffice, for a dozen were pressed on hair and brow and cheek and lips.
"It is so long since you went away," said Alice.
"Only one short week," replied Quincy.
"Short! Those six days have seemed longer than all the time we were
together at Eastborough. I cannot let you go away from me again," she
cried.
"Stay with Me, My Darling, Stay," sang Quincy, in a low voice, and Alice
tried to hide her blushing face upon his shoulder.
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