I had him looked up by
some friends of mine in the city. They said he didn't have much
himself, but his father paid his bills. His father jest gave him to
understand that if he didn't marry the right girl, with plenty of
dough, he wouldn't get much from him."
"Wall, you may be right and you may be wrong, Obadiah. But when a
man's dead I don't think it does you any good to roast him and pick
his bones. It's too much like those _cannibiles_ that crazy feller
told us about. Quincy Adams Sawyer was always a good friend to me,
and a better one to you, Strout, than you deserved, judgin' from the
way you've been talkin'. His money has been the makin' of both on us,
and while we do business together I hope we'll let Mr. Sawyer, as the
church folks say, rest in pieces."
CHAPTER XIX
BOYHOOD TO MANHOOD
Until he was fourteen years of age, young Quincy attended the public
schools in Fernborough and Cottonton. While in England he had had a
governess and later a tutor, so that when he reached America he was
much farther advanced than Fernborough boys of his own age. Methods
in the New England town were different, however, and his Uncle
Ezekiel was satisfied to have him keep pace with the others, and not
arouse antagonism by asking for any special promotion.
Ezekiel's son Quincy had decided to become a farmer, following in his
father's footsteps.
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