"Say, Strout, you can run the store for an hour or so. I must tell
Mandy. She'll be 'mos' tickled to death."
Mr. Strout's disgust was shown in both voice and manner when Abner
Stiles came in.
"Say, Abner, is it true that Sawyer boy licked Bob?"
"I should say so," said Abner. "He must have got an all-fired
trouncing, for his face looks like a raw beefsteak, an' one of the
fellers said he'd been spittin' blood."
"Them Sawyers is brutes," was Mr. Strout's comment. "I hope to the
Lord that he is the last one of that brood to come to this town.
Their money's the best part of 'em, but it ain't any better, when you
come to that, than other folkses."
CHAPTER XX
MARY DANA
Quincy and Tom spent one more year at Andover. When they parted from
the old school it was with feelings of deep regret.
"I could be happy here for ten years more," said Quincy.
"So could I," replied Tom. "But, after all, this is only a narrow
path in the world of knowledge. Harvard is but a street and when we
get out into the world I suppose we shall find a boulevard."
"I'm going to look down upon the world before I investigate its
thoroughfares," remarked Quincy.
"What do you mean?"
"I shall visit Fernborough for only a short time this summer, a few
days in which to see the folks, and then I shall go to the White
Mountains. I'm going to stand on the top of Mount Washington, and
look down on the busy hives of men.
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