She spoke to Aunt Ella about the matter, repeating what
Maude had written.
"Where could we send him?"
"The _where_ is not so important" Aunt Ella remarked, "as the _to
whom_. Florence and Maude are both out of the question for they have
young children of their own who might, or might not, take to an
outsider. Quincy's mother would be delighted to have him for he is
her son's son, but Boston, with its east winds would be no better
than here. Besides, his grandfather would say that he'd raised one
family of disobedient children and he wanted a quiet life."
The question remained unsettled that day, but the next morning Aunt
Ella burst into Alice's room with a loud cry--
"Eureka! I have it! Why didn't we think of it before?"
"You say you have it," said Alice, "but what is it? That pattern that
you were looking for?"
"No, a happy home for this youngster," as she patted his curly head
lovingly.
"Now, can't you guess?"
Alice shook her head.
"Well, I must say, you are not a very thoughtful _sister_," and the
last word was strongly emphasized.
"What, do you mean--'Zekiel?" cried Alice.
"The very man, and Fernborough is the place. You must write to your
brother at once."
As Alice was writing the thought came to her, "Perhaps if my boy goes
to Fernborough, some day I may go to see him, and the old town, and
the people there, once more.
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