Now, I've heard you and Heppy say that if you could find a
nice little girl baby that you would adopt her and bring her up. I sold
out my cargo at Portland, and so I've put in here, and I'll stay till
you and Heppy have time to drive down here and make up your minds
whether you'll take this handsome little baby off my hands. Come right
along, quick, for I must be off to the Banks again soon. From your
brother,
OBED PUTNAM,
Captain of the Polly Sanders.
"Portsmouth Harbor, N.H.
"P.S. The baby was a year old the eighth of last January. Its name is
Linda Fernborough Chessman."
The tears had welled up again in the young girl's eyes, when Quincy read
of the death of her mother and her burial at sea. His own hand trembled
perceptibly when he realized that the young woman before him, though not
his cousin, was yet connected by indisputable ties of relationship to
his own aunt, Mrs. Ella Chessman. Following his usual habit of reticence
he kept silence, thinking that it would be inappropriate to detract in
any way from the happy reunion of grandfather and granddaughter.
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