Sawyer."
As Quincy was mounting Obed's Hill slowly, for it was very steep, he
thought to himself--"Getting Uncle Ike to do something practical
towards helping others was much better than talking theoretical
religion to him."
When he reached the Hawkins House, Andrew was getting ready to drive
to Cottonton to meet the three o'clock express from Boston.
"There's a friend of ours coming down on that train, Andrew--a young
man named Merry." He took out his note book, wrote a few lines, and
passed the slip with some money to Andrew.
"You get that--have it covered up so no one can see what it is, and
leave it in the barn when you get back."
Quincy told his wife about Arthur Scates and Uncle Ike.
"I'm going to take Uncle Ike to Mr. Gay's church to-morrow," he
added, "but I didn't say anything about it to-day. I'm not going to
give him time to invent excuses."
Maude did not conceal her pleasure at meeting Harry again. She was a
companionable girl, and Mr. Merry was too sensible to think, because
a young lady was sociable, that it was any indication that she was
falling in love with him.
"Are you going riding this evening, Alice?" Quincy walked to the
window. "The sunset is just glorious. There's a purple cloud in the
west, the edges of which is bordered with gold. There are rifts in
it, through which the sun shows--and now, come quickly, Alice, the
sun, a ball of fire, has just sunk below the cloud which seems
resting upon it.
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