Quincy looked at his watch. “Mrs. Hawkins, we're going up to Ezekiel's house. We shall stay to supper, but will get back before you lock up—ten o'clock, isn't it?”
“No such hours in a hotel. We're allus open till twelve, and sometimes all night—when it pays. It's a hard life, but you know what's goin' on an' that's considruble for a woman who's tied up in the house as I am.”
CHAPTER V. — 'ZEKE PETTINGILL'S FARM
Quincy had intended to drive to his brother-in-law's house, but Alice preferred to walk as the distance was so short. The Hawkins House was on Mason Street. A short walk brought them to Mason Square. In plain view were the Town Hall and the Chessman Free Public Library.
“I always thought it was foolishness to name these streets after me,” said Quincy, as they stood on the corner of Sawyer Street. “There's Adams Street back of the Town Hall and Quincy Street on the other side.”
“I don't agree with you,” said Alice. “I would rather have a street named after me than a monument erected to my memory.”
At Putnam Square they turned to the left into Pettingill Street and soon reached her brother's house. Huldah saw them coming and ran down the path to meet them.
“Why, when did you come, and where are your things? You are surely going to stay with us.”