"What day had
we better fix, Quincy?" she inquired.
"Make it Christmas," replied Quincy. "Tell them Miss Bruce Douglas has
invitations for every other day but that for a month to come. What a
precious gift I shall present to my father," said he, caressing his
wife, who laid her fair head upon his shoulder.
"Do you think he will be pleased?" asked Alice.
"I don't know which will please him most," replied Quincy, "the fact
that such a talented addition has been made to the family, or the
knowledge, which will surely surprise him, that his son was smart enough
to win such a prize."
The next morning Quincy arose early and was at Curtis Carter's office as
soon as it was opened. Alice had signed an order for the delivery of the
package to him and he presented it to Mr. Carter's clerk, to whom he
was well known. The ponderous doors of the big safe were thrown open and
the precious document was produced. When the clerk passed the package to
him and took Alice's order therefor, Quincy noticed that a five-dollar
bill was pinned to the envelope; a card was also attached to the bill,
upon which was written: "This money belongs to Mr.
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