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.”