When Aunt Ella heard of
her sister's death, she said to Alice:
"They were not two distinct beings, Nathaniel was one and a half, and
Sarah only a half."
"That boy will sure go to the devil now," was Mr. Strout's comment.
"I don't think so," said Hiram. "He's too much like his father."
"How do you know where his father has gone?" snapped Mr. Strout, who
did not believe, evidently, that good works were a sure passport to
future bliss.
Quincy's vacation after his first year at Andover was passed at
Fernborough. He was warmly welcomed and congratulated upon the great
fortune that had fallen to him.
"He's got a big head, sure enough," said Mr. Strout, "but I think
he's a little weak in the legs. He won't disgust the community by
fightin' as his father did."
"I wish he'd thrash Bob Wood's son--he's too impudent to live," said
Mrs. Amanda Maxwell, to whom Mr. Strout had addressed his remark.
"No danger o' that," and Mr. Strout laughed gleefully. "Young Bob's
as good with his fists as his father was."
"He didn't amount to much when Mr. Sawyer tackled him," and with a
scornful laugh Mrs. Maxwell flounced out of the store.
"Your wife's as bad as the rest on 'em, Hiram."
"Yes, Obadiah; it seems to be whoopedemic, as the doctors say."
Quincy's second and third years at Andover passed quickly and again
vacation time had come.
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