"
Quincy spoke to Arthur. "I expected to see you in Boston, but I
suppose you were in too poor health to come."
"Tell him the whole truth, Arthur," said his grandmother--"his health
was too poor an' we hadn't any money."
"Arthur," said Quincy, "I am going to find a home for you in a
sanatorium where you will have the treatment you need and the proper
food to build you up. One of these days, if you can repay me, well
and good. If not, I can afford to give it. Your voice may make your
fortune some day. And, now, Mrs. Scates, I've got some work for you.
Mrs. 'Zekiel Pettingill--"
"She that was Huldy Mason," broke in Mrs. Scates, "she was just the
nicest girl in town."
"Yes," assented Quincy, "she's going to have an addition to her
family--"
"You don't say," again interrupted Mrs. Scates. "Well, I've nussed a
good many--"
"You misunderstand me," said Quincy quickly. "Her Uncle Ike is coming
to live with her, and she needs assistance in her work. You must go
and see her at once."
While she was gone, Quincy explained to Arthur the nature of his
coming treatment; how he would have to virtually live out of doors
daytimes and sleep with windows and doors open at night. "I will see
that you have good warm clothes. I will pay for your board and
treatment for a year, and give you money for such things as you may
need."
"I'll try hard to get well so I can repay you," said Arthur.
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