"There is no need to, Miss Putnam, I am acquainted with the most important events of your trip already."
"Why, how?" asked Lindy. "Oh, I see," said she, "you had a letter from your father."
"No," said Quincy. "I had the pleasure of a conversation with my father yesterday afternoon in Boston."
"Is that so?" exclaimed Lindy.
"Yes," said Quincy, "but I might have learned all the principal facts without leaving Mason's Corner. In fact, I did learn them in a somewhat distorted shape late last evening."
Lindy colored until her forehead was as red as her cheeks.
"I do not understand you, Mr. Sawyer," she remarked.
"It is easily explained," said Quincy. "Mr. Stiles forgot to mention that it was my father who was your escort and not myself. Of course he would offer the similarity in names as his excuse."
"And so," said Lindy, recovering herself, "you have come here to scold me because Abner Stiles didn't tell the truth. I told you he was a wonderful story teller."