In this
pleasant task he was aided by his sister Sophie who was a year
younger than the newcomer.
There was a scene of wild excitement when young Quincy paid his first
visit to the old Pettingill place where his mother was born. It was
still the home of Hiram Maxwell and his wife, formerly Mandy Skinner.
The two boys, Abraham Mason Maxwell and Obadiah Strout Maxwell had
been told often the story of Mr. Sawyer's visit to Eastborough, and
how he boarded in that house, and little Mandy was glad to see
"Kirwinzee."
The old dog, Swiss, had, with difficulty, been dragged from the grave
of his former master, Uncle Ike, but no force, or persuasion, could
induce him to leave the old house. Probably the name "Quincy" had a
familiar sound and he wagged his tail slowly as an evidence of
recognition and welcome.
The most explosive greeting came from Mrs. Crowley.
"An' it's the foine young man he is, the picter of his feyther." She
would have taken him in her arms and hugged him but for the presence
of others, but, afterwards, when alone with him she patted his curly
head and told him that he would have to be a fine man to be as good
as his father. Everywhere he went his father was talked about and
praised, and his mother had taught him to love his father's memory.
Thus early the ambition to be like his father was instilled in the
boy's mind.
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